Old School

This photo takes me down to memory lane. I can still recall the architecture of the school.

Truong Trung Hoc Nguyen Dinh Chieu is located between my house and my elementary school. To get back home, the fastest route was to cut through Nguyen Dinh Chieu. In order to do so, I had to either go through the dog hole (lo cho) or climb the fence. In first and second grade, I did the former. In third to fifth, I did the latter. Sometimes I was chased my security guards, but I don’t recall getting caught. If I did, all I had to say was, “sorry, I won’t do it again.”

In the summertime, a bunch of us from the neighborhood would walk together to the school to play soccer at these courts. That photo really reminds me of the good old days. I can still remember vividly the yellow plastic all I used to carry around.

Just like that and 20 years of my life have already gone by. Damn, time sure has flown by. Life sure is way too short.