memories as they gently fade

When I was in kinder, i remember telling my classmates of my adventures at home. I was studying in a private school back then. Only few of them ever climbed a tree, fewer who tasted street food and even fewer who had so many playmates. Young as I was, I was so proud of everything that I have ever done. Back in those days, computers where only for the scientist.

When I went to grade school, though some of my classmates were also my classmates in kinder, I also had fun telling them my stories in our kindergarten years. I was so proud that I knew many of them, and that we always have fun playing our games. Few Years passed and Im already in grades five. It was a new world, I was transferred to another section. Somewhere I was not much comfortable, I was alone for some time.  But then sooner I gained friends. I was so proud to tell them about how it was in the upper section. We made a lot of fun too. I experienced things that I would never experience if I remained in my former section. We had Fun. More games and less worries. I gained more friends than the usual.

 I graduated in grade 6 happy, though I was not an over-acheiver, I was glad to have gained the friendship of people who once I did not know.

When I came into high school, I was surprised to find out that there are fewer people that I know. But just like how I was when I was younger, I manage to gain some friends. I told them about the fun we had back in those days. So many things have been said. 

Year after year, I transferred from one section to another, not that I was dumb or anything. We never did understand why we always get transferred.But it never stopped us from havig fun. I was not the active kind of person who loves sports. Instead, I enjoyed things that would not require sweating every drop of water in my body. FInally, I graduated in high school. I can honestly say that I was not ready back then to grow up. But I have no choice, I had fun back then.

When I came into college, I took up a preparatory course. I was culture shocked. I did’nt know anyone of my classmates. But then again, someone cam to me. My first friend in college. One after the other, we all became friends. I was proud to say that I came from a Religous School, one of the most prestigous in our city.I was happy to tell them all the fun we did back then. They looked up on me. I flunked one of my subjects, although they did not say anything, they seemed to be dissapointed at me. Anyways,it was 2 years of fun.

It came to a time that I had to choose my major course, I had to move on to a more serious side of life. I was not expecting it to be different. It was fun. I told them about the fun I had back then. Though we had to be serious most of the time, we aldo had the best time of our lives.

I have now graduated from college. And though I didn’t realize it, I must face reality. I must learn new things now. I didn’t realize that the older I get, the fewer things from much younger times are being shared. I didn;t realize that those memoried gently fades. The longer it gets, the fewer I remember. Now, as I would meet other people, I could happily tell them about my college life. For the memories of younger years have gently fade.:)