I once read somewhere that nostalgia was a doorway back to youth.

You just have to remember.

So I remembered.

And suddenly I was 14 again.

It was on a weekend I think.

No water.

Doing what fourteen year olds in boarding school apparently considered a good use of their time.

For some reason I was hanging upside down inside a landfill.

A burning one.

What the heck was I doing?

If you know boarding schools, you know we do all our chores ourselves.

And at the time, I was a dustbin worker😭😭😭.

It was a lot because there was a lot of dirt and the "incenirator " as we called it had loads of shit, refuse, ant's, clothes a lot sha.

I was hanging out with my friends.

So they offered to help me out.

I can't even remember how the memory goes😭😭😭.

We achieved either a calculator or a mathematical set on our way.

Only to find out it belonged to one of our prefects, and she was already looking for it as she needed it for her exams that morning.

So we decided to return it.

God knows how it fell inside the incenirator.

Mind you it isn't a real incenirator.

Just a rectangular big deep hole the whole school dumped refuse in.

And that was how I ended up in the hole upside down my friends holding my legs just so I could reach whatever it was that fell inside.

Mind you, I volunteered.

And mind you I'd still do it again if need be😭😭😭.

At 14 this made sense.

Life was boring anyways so we spiced it up in our own ways.

Now whenever I see a dump and I remember I wonder what the heck was I doing 😭😭😭.