I would never want to go back to my high school. Immediately, I think about how people will go to their high school reunion, but that just sounds like absolute torture.
The amount of memories I have buried under the tiles of that building is beyond astronomical that I have forgotten most of them if not all. Similar to how a squirrel forgets where it has buried it’s food for the winter. The thing is that a squirrel cares about finding their food and I don’t.
If anything, I think that finding the memories deep underground covered in asbestos and dirt would not be the most appealing thing. I would like to appreciate life as I live in it now.
Sarah Delia Perez 
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