Entering through the doors, I gazed around. It wasn’t how I remembered it, I now felt like a stranger, an impostor. It was the same but it felt so distant. I had returned to the worry-free days of primary school. On my right, were the stairs I tumbled down. I was rushed to hospital, my head hurt. The whole of my class went very quiet, I didn’t understand why because it was break time, but now just a normal staircase draped with a new carpet of the most unreceptive peach, stared back at me. I continued to walk forward but a train of jumping five year olds crossed the corridor distractedly. The teachers were new; the pupils were new, only I knew what the school had been like in my unperturbed years there. Finally able to cross, I advanced into the playground. The door, which had once tested all
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