Walk down the memory lane, I guess lots of people had heard the phrase before.

But, I did
walk down the Green Lane instead. My secondary school is located at the top of a small hill
in Seremban. In the eighties, the streets name used to be Green Lane. Nowadays it is called
Jalan Penghulu Cantek. But its Green Lane to me all right. Our school is surrounded by
bungalows that have big courtyards. But we hardly saw anybody in or out the house. It
seemed that they really treasured their privacy. The owners have expensive sport cars. And
yet we seldom see any cars on the road except for the teachers and parents during the
weekend. Its neighbourhood was quiet and serene. The noise would only come from us. Yes,
I have to admit I miss walking down the Green Lane every day.
The hostel is still separated from the academic building like it used to be. The four buildings
i.e. Hostel A, B, C, and D looks the same as it was thirty years ago and so is the dining hall
and its famous stairs; the Cinderella Stairs as we called it. Looking at the hostel, dining
hall, Cinderella stairs and badminton courts, brought back all the memories of five years
living there. Those were the best years yet. We had to walk to the academic building. But it
was quite safe to use the road all day long, be it morning, afternoon, evening or night. The
academic area also did not change at all. Block A, Block B, the library and the lecture theatre
pretty much looked the same, felt the same. I couldnt help smiling remembering I used to sit
between the shelves to read the classic novels in the library. Yes, too many memories that is
still fresh like it was yesterday I raced my friends to the dining hall from the science lab.
Not all the building remained in the school. For instance, the Art Building where we used to
paint and draw was gone and replaced by two-storey semi-detached houses for the wardens.
The Art building was actually a two storey wooden house which was full of beautiful
paintings drawn by the pioneer batches till ours collected and appreciated by our arts
teachers. It was situated in the hostel area. It was quite sad when I thought of the old
building, gone forever. Apart from the arts house, the skating ring which was in front of
Hostel A had gone too. It was replaced by a basketball court. The tennis court behind Block
A was also turned into a car park. I guess the students or teachers had quit playing tennis
anymore.
When I looked at my surrounding, my mind kept repeating, I used to play here, This is
where I raced with my best friends, Hey, this is our music room, This classroom was
where we learned English, I remember Mr Wong my add math teacher, Cikgu Juriah is
the best biology teacher ever, Puan Hairiah was my homeroom advisor, and so on and so
forth. I had the best of five years of learning here and I didnt regret coming back to visit my
beloved secondary school here. Yes, I had to admit there had been a few changes there. But
the changes that happened in my old school are for the better.