Last night I met up with a childhood friend who just came back from Moscow as a doctor. We attended the same kindergarten, primary school and secondary school. Being lost contact with most of our friends, though we weren't best friends over the years, the feeling of seeing each other was like he was the last man on earth.
Over the dinner we updated each other how our life has been for the past 8 years and what had happened to our friends. I remember I used to muse in the class, fortunetelling to myself what my classmates would grown up to be, knowing what professions they have become now is awestruck.
Our minds were suddenly overflowing with nostalgies, but we have forgotten many things and we tried to patch each other memory. I always think our memory as a computer hard disk. Our memory too has capacity limitation. Therefore we tend to save selective things.
He also showed me some pictures of our friends whom he keeps in touch with, only I realized so many years has passed, people and things have changed. Half of my life is over and what will happen in the next 25 years?
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