Childhood Nostalgia

As a kid, one of the things I loved about our big driveway was that it was long (300 ft in length) and there was a giant hill from the front of the house to our gate further down. I would always ride my scooter down the hill, as I loved the feeling of the wind brushing up against my hair. But as I got older, the time for play faded away as my scooter sat in the garage, dusty and quiet. I don’t ride it anymore, but sometimes I still feel the warm breeze awaken my childish spirit.

— Ian Peiris, ‘22