I touch the wall of the dilapidated building and the paint begins to peel off. The names of the best friends aren’t there anymore. I try to relive the days spent here. Running in the corridors as a kid, sitting on the parapet and gossiping with friends, looking at the boards sometimes with a blank expression.

I see the laughter, enjoyment, friendships, silent tears and the knowledge gained, all in a flash.

I look and touch one last time, my old school building that is on the verge of demolition.