Today as I came back from my torturous training, I was on the bus when it passed my primary school, which was wrote on the wall, De La Salle School. Memories came back to me at that instant. I could remember the scene whereby I was playing soccer with my friends and scoring a goal, after that running up and down the field celebrating my goal( mind you, I am one of the best soccer player in my school). Life was so carefree at that time, I could do what I like. Every scene of my teacher teaching us, me and my friends walking around the school during recess and the scene of bullying girls and how they retaliated flashed back in my minds. However, today, in secondary school, it was different. Very different. Competitions was among everybody, no matter in terms of academics and our physical fitness. We treated it as though our life was on the line and fought till the end. In primary school, competition was not very important among the students and if they lose, they admit. In secondary school if we lost in something, we will fight hard to win in the other event to prove that we are no pushovers. It was no fun. I am primary school-sick. How I wished that time will go slower in primary six and let me enjoy the last feeling of being in a primary school, let time stop there, and never to go. Time is merciless. In the blink of an eye, I released myself to the outside world and took a look at how people are really like. I am frightened. When the exams are nearing, when you want to lend some notes from your friends, even when they are your best friends, they may not want to lend it to you. This is how humans hearts are. They are vicious. Soon, the bus came to a stop and I alighted from it. Nostalgia came back and caused me to think this much and post today. Ok. Gtg. Byeeee.