I would imagine that the first ever trip down memory lane would be surreal. Back then, we never knew a lane called 'memory'. We didn't even think we'd need a thing as that. We lived like everyday was today.
"The lane". I never really understood what it referred to. What was referred to as "the memory lane" by the adults normally translated to me as the Lane of Good Hope, or the Lane of Liberty or even the Great Lane of China. it holds as a reminder of the three things i want my memory lane to be: hope, freedom and a legacy. Ideals that I think I would cherish as I get molded by realism: who says you can't dream? I believe that the day you stop dreaming would be the day you die.
one day when you walk your own road, what will you see in your lane?
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