I came to the familiar streets of the neighborhood where I spent my childhood. Memories flooded my mind. I visited the old playground where I used to spend hours playing with my old friends. The old houses were still there, each one holding so many stories. I could still recall my memories there.
As I looked around, I saw some children playing games and laughing. My eyes got teary, and I felt a sense of missing my past.
I visited the little school in my neighborhood with my friends. I heard that some of them became doctors or engineers.
When we lived there with my family, my aunt and her family also lived there. I often went to their house and played games with my cousins. My aunt was a teacher, so we studied lessons at her house. Her house was huge, and we could play hide and seek well in there.
I miss those good days.