I can still smell the wonderful odor of sharpened pencils, and taste library paste, and hear the end-of-class bell. Those things are imprinted forever, at least for me. Good memories.
April 15, 2016
I can still smell the wonderful odor of sharpened pencils, and taste library paste, and hear the end-of-class bell. Those things are imprinted forever, at least for me. Good memories.