Walking up the old limestone path was a blast from the past because I remembered this exact moment from when I was young. I slowly stepped on the old crusty welcome mat that was still there, even after all these years, and looked inside. Everything was broken down and the bricks had been caved in. After all these years all my belongings were still there but they weren’t in good shape. I walked over to my bed and saw what was left but I didn’t just see what was left, I was something I shouldn’t have.
