thesametime,thesamestreet,attheendofwhichstandsthesameschool,whichipassedmyfirstnineyearsofstudy.i’mwalkingwithsomekidswaringbagsasido.willtheythinki’moneoftheirclassmates?thoughiamalittleolderthantheyare,buti’mnottoooldtostudythereifiwouldlike.
well,i’mjustgettinghomeafteraweek’sstudyinmycollege.iwasthemfiveyearsago,sixyearsago,sevenyearsago,eightyearsago,nineyearsago,tenyearsago,elevenyearsago,twelveyearsago,oreventhirteenyearsago.butfouryearsago,ienteredanothermiddleschool,andlastyear,ienterthecollege.
itisthefinishinghour,kidsgooutofschooloneafterone,asduckswalkoutofthercage.schoolisthesame.someoneshoutsattheothersidefortheirappiontmentthatiusedtodointhesameaccent.
itwasthesameautumn,thesamewind,thesametree,thesamestores.iwaswalkingwithmymates,then,westandedinalongqueue,forakindgranny’scooking.butallofthemhavebeentootherplaces.
iremenbersomedaysago,iwasonthebus,therewassomeonelookednottoostrange,talkingaboutthecourseiknowedandsometeachershadatoncetoughtme.veryexcited,iwantedtointeruptthem,butwilltheyacceptme?whatwilltheythinkofme?thenipreferedtalkingtomyselfratherthanthem.wasthereanyonelisteningtousiwastalkinglikethem?willtheylistentotheiryongergenerationsasidid?
anotherwindblessed,movesthecloudandtheleafs.somesmokewentout,withtheformineasmell.ithinkiwaswalkingonmywaybacktomymemery.iwenttothisschoolfromhome,entercollegefromehere,andiwillentersociatyfromcollege.
iamafterschoolfromahigherschool,thentogethergohomewiththekidsinmyoldschool.
maybeweareleafsofatree,everydayitgrowsnewonesandleavesoldones,buttherearestillsomehaven’tchanged.maybemythermatesarethosehadchangedones.