There is a beginning of all, even the smallest that for most seems unimportant. And of course there is a beginning for my story. It started many years ago when I was just a happy living-his-life teenager back in my hometown. As usual my days were filled with school works but at the same time my teenage instinct being a daredevil was also my preoccupation. Nothing could replace the satisfaction of booby-trapping a master or doing the most filthy pranks on the others.
Yes that was life! But the life I knew was quickly erased in front of me the moment I journeyed into the new world; no turning back... I wish I could. All the good times that I once knew are just memories now. Each day that I slowly pass in the new world doesn't mean a thing for me. The days are plain, the agony deep inside strangles and I am a prisoner of my own wise decision.
I regret having my own liberty prematurely. It's just not right. I still need time to spend my teenhood alongside my buddies. Where was my head the day I made the decision? I thought being free, far from my folks and having no one to babysit me was fun. Yeah, it was, but for a short period of time only. Then I start to realize what I've missed. I've overran my own youth. If I could just go back to the day that I took my exams.. I'd try not to pass with flying colours..just an ordinary score..just credits in everything..
Once had the same thots also.. But, really, looking back at things now, dat period is just like "a small event" in the "long" movie of life. A preparation in making u the person dat u are today. Should you have taken another path, we would be strangers even now.. :)
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