Sweet memories.

Yesterday, I passed through the place where my high school had been located. It was for the first time in several years. The school had moved to another location after my graduation and instead the Culture Hall has been built there. The building and the landscape have changed, but the big trees around the site have still remained like those days. I was able to remember nostalgically those three years spent with my friends there. 

There had been a small Japanese confection shop in front of the school. An elderly couple had run the shop. They had always welcomed us with their kind smiles. We used to stop by there and eat some sweets and enjoy chatting. We would talk to them of our day's happenings, how tough the training was, the results of the exams, rumors of our teachers, and other things like that. It was as if we talk to our families. We had been praised and encouraged by them many times. We had spent so many happy times there. The shop had been a special place for us. 

It has been more than 30 years since then. Only the sign of "Confectionery" is left there, holding our sweet memories.