Sometimes I am afraid of losing the past…

My elementary school is currently under construction for a bigger, more futuristic-looking campus. But what is going to happen to the old site, to the red bricks, and to my memories, especially of that afternoon when my friends and I sneaked out of class, wandered endlessly in those empty hallways, and hid in the washroom, scared of being caught?

Sometimes I still live in the past, in the distant past.