I haven’t really missed school. Not for a second, not even college. And especially not high-school or secondary… It was all a closed chapter in my life. But this year is all different. A couple of weeks ago I was with my mom, walking on the streets of Ploiesti early in the morning. “This feels exactly like the mornings when we left home together, you going to work, me going to school,” I said with a melancholic smile on my face. She was smiling too, remembering it all. Reliving it probably.

Then today, at about noon, while walking by a school, I heard kids laughing and running, I saw the autumn leaves fallng off the tree branches, I could smell the new books and notebooks. I could remember how I felt, challanged to do more. I wanted out, out of the teenage label people had put on me. I wanted to be a grown up, I wanted to start living, I wanted the worries and the adventures.

Now I miss high-school. I miss secondary school. I miss the times when life was a lot less complicated. And as I said, walking by that schoo, I miss the view on the world I had back then. Full of hope and full of dreams. It some how got less colorful as the years passed.