Driving along Mountbatten Road today, a plane flew by overhead. The midday sun casted a silhouette of a C-130 Hercules on the ground ahead of me. The sound was all to familiar to me because, for four years, I studied in a school situated near an air base.
I then thought, why not pay the school a visit? And so I did.
Memories that have laid stagnant for years played back in technicolour. In our uniforms, we sat in class just chatting and wondering where to go after school. We plotted on how to play pranks on classmates. The way we collectively agreed that the school vice-principal was being a jerk.