Nostalgia has a soft place in my heart except perhaps that it is quite deep inside me. Fields, mud and grass all fill the warm atmosphere as I ran without shoes in my childhood. We laughed and played till dark as children do with no stress at all. My grandmother’s place was filled with love and warmth especially her cooking was inviting. School days were filled with so much can-do attitude and an unending quest for knowledge. This was imbalanced sometimes, but every feature contributed to the person I eventually became.
As time went by, in the case of my birthday, friends were made and others waned. My first love was naive and painful and it taught me things more than I would have wanted. Family reunions may now be rare but when they happened, all was merry. All these memories joined are what has crafted me into being the person I am today, a memories carpet full of my life narrative.
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