Description

There was this nostalgic place. Whenever I return to that place, memories of things that happened there just comes to me. It's home to many of my memories, joyful or sad. Especially when I was still in that place, I loved to watch the setting of the sun. The loud and noisy games of kids, guys and girls laughing and hanging out. Although it was sad for me to say and do but I had to leave that place. It was one of my favorite places. It's a bit small, pretty small community I'd say. There, sometimes it's peaceful, noisy, loud, both happy and sad, sometimes there's unrest among those who gather there. A lot of things happen there, good and bad, but despite that I'd say that this place makes me like I'm home. Reminiscence is what comes to my mind when I find myself being in this place.