I miss the past. i miss my kindergarten.

i miss the trees tht looked like brocollies outside my kindergarten.

i miss my childhood friends, though i hv forgotten about their names. I all remembered is tht i hv very good friends (a girl and a guy)

I remember the fierce auntie at the canteen who cooked food for us. I miss the ugly but tasty green bean soup she cooked.

I remembered the first time i saw blood, fresh blood. It was when my kindergarten friend's nose bled during art lesson, and blood tht smelt like metal dripped on to the hexagone table.

i miss my grandmother's ginger soup. She used to cook it for my siblings and i, when we were at her house during the holidays.

i miss the days when everyone i see and listen to, are handsome and pretty ppl.

Signed off,

Hornerella