I remember walking down this path a long time ago. I used to come here and find ‘treasures’ that I find pretty, though that was a long time ago. Kicking at a random rock that was in my path, I saw a glint from the ground. It was a small piece of glass, all it needed was a little cleaning and it will look as good as new. As I held it up against the sunlight, I saw not what the sun-ray reflects on it, but the good and bad times that I had here.

Those sweet memories that I had when I was growing up here in the outdoors. How I love to find things that are pretty and special to me, keeping them nicely placed on the shelve of my wall. I remember displaying them as though they were worth more than gold and that they are my trophy. The path down memory lane, such nostalgia and fun memories they are.

Back again to the place where I was born, where my fondest and happiest of time were. Taking the small piece of glass and placing it some place where it can shine brightly, it was time for me to leave. My past memories for now have to remain frozen for the time being as I prepared myself for the wedding reception that we are holding in my parents’ estate out here in the beauty of nature.

One day, I will share this place with the ones I love, especially my children.

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