Memory of Youth

My name is Oliver Nobleman , I work as an architect and I was assigned to reconstruct a certain place, where I stumble upon a lost childhood life.

Everybody tends to lose their memory of their past, as they grow,

hence I don't even remember what I usually play, I guess hide n' seek or tag,
the simplest game that I bet I don't usually play so often as a child,
even so I don't remember anything,
especially as a toddler,
the only memory I have of my past were mostly my parents, my school life, and work.

For me, it didn't matter if I didn't remember anything, the memory's comes and goes, in life everybody as to say, "keep moving towards the future, because the past is history".

Their old news, we need to forget in order to make space for fresh new memories.

Am I right?

That's what everybody says, honestly, no matter what, life is still complicated, I do have a stable job but it's really stressful with my boss who keeps stressing me out, my relationship is in a tight spot, we fortunately manage to keep it steady for now, my mom and dad, I really wanted to explain my problem but i didn't want to concern them so much so I decided to keep my problems to myself.

Honestly I've really wished that life could have been simple and clean, I don't understand why we have to make everything so complicated, it makes me feel stressed and nervous, like I want to tear out my hair from my scalp.

That's when my point of view changes in that single night. Like I said I was assigned to reconstruct a house, which is my old house, where I as a child I mostly grew up, it was a simple bungalow, complete with a garage and a swimming pool, I don't know why we had to transfer, but I guess my dad had found a new job in the city.

When I looked at my old house, it as really aged a lot, from bright white to dirty grey, the plants started to grow around the house, covering with green everywhere.

I went down in front of the entrance, I wasn't surprised when door didn't budge. I gave a quick look in the inside, everything was completely empty, dust was floating around, the sun light was peeking through the dirty window.

I manage to open the door by pushing a bit further.

I stood there, observing everything, I started to imagine how much the place as changed, there was nothing inside, but the more I looked, the more it reminded how the furniture were originally set.

I walk around, I was supposed to inspect in case of any environmental concerns or waste mitigation factors but I got so distracted at reminiscing those times, that I lost in my thoughts.

the kitchen where my mother cooked a variety of delicacy, out of all the food she cooked, my favorites were the chocolate chipped cookie.

The Living Room, where me and my dad we wouldn't stop watching tv all night long.

The bathroom, where I always looked at the mirror, putting gel in my hair and trying all different hairstyles, I remembered when my father used to scold for using the bathroom too long.

The bedroom, my sanctuary, there were great memories in here, but I couldn't stop feeling a bit sad, when I looked at this bedroom, it reminds me of someone.

I don't know why, but I feel like I should remember, but i can't, no matter how much I think, nothing seems to help.

I return to what I was suppose to do before,

I checked again every room, the last was was the attic itself, the roof had a handle, when I pulled a ladder was formed, giving me access to the top.

Inside the attic, aside of a set of dust floating around, it was full of abandoned stuff, either vintage broken furnitures or un opened boxes, it was hard looking around I then pulled out my flashlight, giving me a perfect view of everything, everything seems to be normal until there was something that caught my eye.