
I went back to one of the places I use to visit every week when I was a child. It didn't seem like it changed much at all. It was still a quiet road every time we drove down. I still heard cicadas and all that seemed to change was the trees got bigger.
The speed bump was still there and the buildings were the same with a few changes that I surely expected. It was really nice when I walked through the shops as well seeing that all the shops were still there from 5 years ago. Even more.
The same old people were still working there and they still remembered who I was. I got a couple of greetings from people that I only remembered once I saw their face. Same old routine, Same old day. It was really nice actually.
Until I almost got killed by a p-plater who drove through the roundabout like no other car was around and carelessly on her phone. We had one of those moments where everything was in slow motion and we stared at each other and speed caught up with itself again.
We just brushed it off our shoulders. Later on I did see a pretty big collision on the highway today. Oh, Mardi Gras festival was on today.