Reminscence of Yesteryears

Sometimes it's a song. Sometimes it's a place. They light up so many warm, colored memories inside you. Memories you've shared with special people, memories just seen by you. They're just so many flashes, so many good times, jokes you remember laughing at, shows you remember watching together everyday. You have reminscence of innocent, slower days when your laugh used to be pure and true, your smile wide and stretched, your eyes sparkling with life.

Sometimes it's a photo of long gone days. A snowy day in Cardiff...  the annual Alladin play... baking cookies in school... hot fish and chips wrapped in a newspaper roll by Sabahat's dad... their bathtub overflowing with yet-to-be peeled potatoes... gifts from the city mosque on Eid... birthday parties... gold star stickers... dentist visits... cbbc after school... cotton eyed joe... Saturday Night...Wannabe by Spice girls playing loud from the neighbours' radio... library visits every Sunday... going skating down the road infront of my house...  

You just wish... you could close your eyes and go back to those days, hold them tight and warm, never let them go so that they could happen again n again n stay for ever more.

You wish you could tell everuone about those jokes those moments... wish they could laugh and cry with you whilst you recalled.

You shut your eyes. You see those days. You miss those days.

Sometimes... Everybody does.