I wish to.

I wish to go back to the old days, when football was life, and friends were still here. I wish to run free on that sandy patch of ground where we used to sprain our ankles, and fight amongst ourselves stupidly.

I wish I can go back to the times when my bike chain got loose, and friends would laugh at me stupidly trying to cycle chainless, and laugh some more when my hands got greasy and chased them around.

I wish to go back to the days when I could still manage a 2km jog, and still play football after that. I reminisce about the days when I would curse all the way back home from a tiring game of early basketball, with dirty hands and sore feet.

I want to go back to those nights when we sat in the field's stone bench, laughing at crude jokes and stupid things. I want to go back to those days when mee goreng in the school was just RM.050 and everything tasted good. I want to go back to a day when I felt so bloody good waking up to a new day. I hope to go back to those days when we anticipated for 5pm everyday so we could meet up and play football, anticipated for Friday nights for a night time cycle to the mamak and go back before the curfew of 12am, and discuss tactics for the game tomorrow.

I hope to go back, to my carefree past.

This is my story, and you, reader, are a part of its ever growing plot.