26 August 2010


Today we had training.

It was held in the high school gym.
My high school.
Years of memories came flooding back.
Memories of good times, yes.

But memories of bad times as well.
Memories of the classmates who tormented.
Memories of the boys who harassed.
Memories of the girls who bullied.

Memories I had finally, really moved on from.
Until I stepped into that gym.
When they came back.
And hit hard.

If I never walk back into that room, it'll be just fine with me.

1 comment:

Al_Pal said...

Gah. So glad I didn't grow up in a small town.
Sending strength!