Memories are such a great things!!

Especially your childhood memories..
My parents' friends when we lived in Sibolga, North Sumatera suddenly came and started to talk about, yeah, things you usually talks in a reunion.. what you're doing now, what's everybody who isn't in the reunion is doing, things you used to do back then.. not much..
Okay.. things you used to back then.. they bring back memories..
I was always smiling when they're talking about things in Sibolga.. but actually I'm trying so hard not to shed my tears, because I realized how I missed the place I spent my childhood.. and to make it worse, the memories had blurred.. I can't picture it well.. the look, the color of the sky, the smell, the sound of the sea.. It's kinda frustrating.. and a couple of dreams about Sibolga that I had in my sleeps before..
God.. I need to go back there someday.. No, I will go back there someday..