Writing Entry for SGT! Childhood Days Dust shifted as footsteps thudded against the floor. Broken windows hung on their hinges, and my eyes spotted mice scuttling about. “Look” he said, pointing to an old classroom. I could barely make out the little sign above the door, but after a few seconds, I made out ‘6H’. My mind went back to 25 years ago, when this old, abandoned building was filled with young laughter. A small smile lifted the corners of my mouth. “Shall we go in?” “Yeah, let’s do that” The door creaked open and we stepped in. An old shelf behind the teacher’s desk was broken, its contents scattered on the ground. I bent down and picked up a book from the floor. ‘David Copperfield’ was written on its cover in faded gold letters. I looked at the desks. The desks were out of place, some of them broken. The softboards had fallen down, a few works unpinned or torn. The whiteboard was still there, and remembering all of my teachers, I put my hand up to it, hurting for younger days. I took in a deep, shaky breath and closed my eyes. I still remembered those days when I would give up my seat for my friends, and how the boys emptied a bottle of hot sauce. Life was cruel that way, taking away precious days away from us. I missed those days of innocence when wars were just something on the news and bills just a bunch of numbers. I missed those days when I was still a child, slowly breaking out of my egg and just beginning to see the worse side of the world. If I had one wish in the world, it would be to re-live my childhood days…
