The mountains, the roads, the people, the memories, I still remember everything as if it was yesterday. I spent my childhood in my home town for about 12 years since I was born. I witnessed the cold days and windy evenings there that still give me the nostalgic feelings whenever I pass the streets I used to play in. I made some friends as well but being an autistic kind of kid, I would sometimes find problems in making friends with new people even with my cousins. The first day at school, for every kid it was like the world has fallen to them when they are sent to school for the first time. For me it was kind of a pleasant place to spent time in as the home seemed like a far more worse place than a school can ever be. I used to have two friends in my class, one was always kind of bald and the other guy was kind of those emo kids back in my days. We three were kind of close friends as we would share almost everything in between as we were brothers. The school was fun until the kindergarten came to an end and the high school started. We were kids on their teenage years trying to understand the world from the eyes of a teenager. The world seemed a lot better place than ever when I transferred schools in the age of 12, far from my hometown, far in the valleys out from the melancholy city lights in the womb of the great mountains. I was just a 12 years old kid when I transferred for the first time out of my town. It felt like as if the world was no longer so far and it felt like as if I was free for my cursed home for the first time. I was excited about the world I was going to experience and the fear of meeting new people seemed like none of my problems. The idea of being far away from home made me happy the night before I was about to leave for high school studies. I told myself that this is the chance that I have always dreamt of and kept saying that to myself because I thought maybe its not all good to leave my hometown in doubt that the world I was dreaming might not be what I was expecting. The day would finally arrive when I will start my new journey towards the life.
Nuremberg High School, the school of big boys where many bigshots will be found. There were every kind of student that I could find, the funny type, the singer, the beauty, the bully and many more. There I found this guy who was kind of my size and had a really friendly approach. We met after the school functions when we were discussing about what kind of school it was. If someone would have told me now that the friend I first made in high school would become such a big part of my life I wouldn't believe it. A funny guy who wasn't really extrovert but knew how to interact with people. We became buddies after that, attending everything together and more likely be seen together all the time. When you are in that age, you just want to know more about the world we live in. My friend first introduced me about the world. He said "the world we saw from the eyes of an innocent child is all false and the truth of this world is far more worse than we imagined. " When he told me all this, I could see the guy questioning about life doubting the dreams and wisdom he had all his life. Highschool is kind of a place which scares the kids studying there but will attract the heart of a man who cant go to school anymore. I still remember the older guys in our neighbourhood who will usually keep talking about the days they had when they were our age. I could see the guilt in their eyes and witness the want to correct the life they wasted when they were our age. Well everyone is living for the first time so most of the mistakes we make are just the way to learn something. I am also living for the first time, and like any other, I made mistakes! Mistakes that wouldn't keep me learning but mistakes that will actually haunt me for the rest of my life.
High school can be a fun place if you know how the mind of a teenage works, but most of us don't have such knowledge at such age. We will run errands here and there with boys until we get tired of the day and go back to dormitory to end the day. At first year of high school, I didn't do any good in academics and other activities. Further that day of result, my class teacher called out for me and I knew that I was done for. My teacher made the statement clear that if I wont fetch good marks in upcoming exams then he is going to complain my parents about my grades. With fear rolling down neck I knew for an instant that I was safe for now but I also knew that if I wont do anything about my grades this time, I am done for. The year passed by as it never existed and soon the graduation day came. We could see our seniors completing their high school and in that midst we could also see the sad faces and teary eyes on those seniors who we thought would've hated the school more than anyone else. In that moment I didn't knew what that face meant! I thought to myself that they must be sad about leaving their friends, or maybe that they are just to happy to witness the day that they waited for all these years. Right then, I asked myself about what kind of face would I wear at my farewell? Will I look the same? Or would I be very different from them? The first of high school felt like a training camp lasting for only a week. We were really very excited about getting promoted, vacations near, summer about to pop up and so many things to do. I remember those days as if I spent them yesterday, so fond of what memories I made, a great challenging disaster was about to enter my little basic life.
