Nostalgic.

From the first step to the last step made in Bowen today, my mind's overflowing with countless and countless of memories.
I remember my first step into Bowen.
First impression;
Long skirt. Jail like uniform.
Scary discipline teacher.
Looonnnnnggggg principal talk.

My second step into Bowen.
First tournament in Secondary school.
New form teachers.
Many experiences, many lessons learnt.
Bonds formed, friendships broken and mended.
I definitely won't forget my first mud slide!
HAHA.

My third step into Bowen.
Mini breakthrough for Bowen Badminton Secondary.
One more match to top four. Haha.
New friends, old friends.
Frictions. Friendships strengthened.
Stars were reached, earning me a third.
Actually, not only a third.
But supports, happiness and many many more.
Piggy family. E2 Gossip Club.
That year, was the cherry on the top.

My fourth step into Bowen.
Oh, and I forgot to mention, the crucial step.
But putting that aside,
Our first official breakthrough in Badminton.
Fourth!
Cheers, tears, perspiration were made and not in vain.
Bonds broken. Bonds formed.
Love, warnings, ignorance.
O's.

My final step into Bowen.
The release of O's.
Regret. Tears. New opportunities.
It's ironic how I told myself not to leave the school with any regrets.
Yet, regret is subjective.
The glass is half full, no?

Today wasnt the first time Im back into Bowen.
It's the first time stepping into the school from an outsider's perspective for a celebration.
Haha.

I have alot of catching ups to do.
Maybe this holiday would be perfect.