Being a little prick
Have you ever passes by an old place where you once lived or played or even attended preschool? Well, I did! You could never forget that nostalgic feeling. You will go, "hay" or "Boy, I really missed this place." I remember the time I was around 6 years old, I was in kinder. We ran a little school service which picks up my schoolmates everyday for school. There is this one kid a lot smaller than I were. He was also my classmate. We were good friends but I kinda bully him sometimes. I would occasionally "asked" for money. For Filipinos, do you remember the green 5-peso paper bill? That was what I "asked" from him. I still remember his name to this day. His name is Jason. There was this one time that before recess time ends our teacher will sneak into the classroom and lock the doors. The students left outside will be given a late mark in the attendance and wouldn't let those in. Guess who got locked outside? Yep, It was me. I was so furious...