Like a painting

Hello you. I've been thinking if I should start writing letters just for the children, one for each month that goes by. Then, if I ever find myself faced with the opportunity to go back to Sophy Primary School, I can either pass it to them or have a little reading session. Why? Because I can't stop thinking about them. The memory of the kids laughing, playing, crying, pulling pranks, etc. are etched into my teeny weeny brain. 

I think the word of the day here is happy.
I was happy there, but nowhere near as happy back here.

Alas, I know it's useless to continue digging up for precious relics to cherish from the past so I'm going to let the exciting voyage into the unknown also known as adulthood motivate me.