#5 Things only happen one time (English Version)

When you're born, everything revolves around you. Your parents get crazy with you and at the moment you were born, they are caring. They ensure for your security and your welfare. While they do this, you grow up and grow up. When you enter to school at first time, you make new friends and you begin to discover a new world that you had never lived before. From this moment, you train for your future, for your aim. It's beautiful to remember those breaks covered with fun, where you played football or talked with all your friends. Remember those boring classes where you fell asleep. Remember those school's corridors, the music room and the laboratory, the dining hall and the assembly hall, where you sang carols due to Christmas and you enjoyed to rehearsing plays. Remember when you felt important, reading a speech while the others looking at you, spellbound. They thought that maybe you were right. Remember the teachers and your old partners and the friendship that you shared with them. Remember your last day in your old school. Perhaps that day was one of the saddest days in your life. Leave from the place where taught you life lessons and good behaviour... go away forever and not come back to step the classrooms and the dining hall. Or the music room or the corridors. Even neither the assembly hall, where the people listened to you and your mother saw you when you performed a play or when you received the elementary border. Not playing football again, or skipping rope and hoops. And about all, say goodbye to the large moments between partners. People who stayed in the memories' attic...

Time after, come back. Coming back with a few years and compare what you learnt there and how much that it was useful for you in your life. Looking around all the rooms and the corridors. Step after five years the assembly hall where you did your first speech or where you performed your first play. Going into in the music room , when you played your first musical instrument. Going into the laboratory where you discovered the chemicals and minerals. Coming back to talk with your old teachers and looked at his eyes, covered with past and experiencies. It's beautiful that they remembered you without nothing had changed. It's beautiful that they remembered the tears that you spilled at final farewell. It's beautiful that you remember this forever. It will be beautiful while all those things go on alive in your memory and your heart.