In such a place, where I grew up, everything I experienced was so magical and realistic, as if it was just yesterday.
So much so that I still occasionally wonder, who am I? Where am I? Who are these people around me?
Depend on! My son is already this old? Why the hell am I running for five!
I vaguely feel that I am still that kid, the little kid who can pee on a high wall while standing, the elementary school student who climbs over the school wall twice in the middle of the night to go out to the Internet cafe to have fun, the teenager who stands on the track and field and ignores everything...
This is a memory that belongs to an era, and it is also a treasure that I have collected for a long time.
I want to write it down. I want to write down all the lives that were once alive, these passers-by in my life, and the time we experienced together. I want to write them all down.
