Underneath the tree
I can remember that day, long ago, when i found myself at one of my old haunts; my old private school, a year or two after I transferred out. I was sitting on a hard wooden bench under a large, old oak tree next to the school playground. I had only the wind to comfort me, blowing my hair this way and that. I watched the years-old swings on the playground sway; the wind playing with them like toys. I cycled through all the wonderful and painful memories of the years that I was enrolled in that place; the friends I made that are with me today, the friends that left me, and everything else that was permanently burned in my memory. It gave me comfort that I still had something to look back on after all those years, unlike many people of my age. Amongst those memories, I could feel a lone tear run down my cheek, as I sat underneath the tree.
I can remember that day, long ago, when i found myself at one of my old haunts; my old private school, a year or two after I transferred out. I was sitting on a hard wooden bench under a large, old oak tree next to the school playground. I had only the wind to comfort me, blowing my hair this way and that. I watched the years-old swings on the playground sway; the wind playing with them like toys. I cycled through all the wonderful and painful memories of the years that I was enrolled in that place; the friends I made that are with me today, the friends that left me, and everything else that was permanently burned in my memory. It gave me comfort that I still had something to look back on after all those years, unlike many people of my age. Amongst those memories, I could feel a lone tear run down my cheek, as I sat underneath the tree.
