I am the oldest of three boys, each born 6 years apart. We all went to the same elementary school, which has changed throughout the years, like most people and places do. The school is broken into two buildings, one for the younger grades, the other for the older.
I remember going into the younger building many years after having left the school for the first time in several years. The smell in the hall was the same, and made me remember. I walked down the hall peeking in the open doors. I saw the school office, which made me remember. I saw my second grade classroom, which made me remember. I passed my old Kindeergarten class, which had been redone and had extra stuff built in, which made me remember. Everything seemed smaller… or was I bigger? All the teachers seemed shorter, too. The steps seemed closer together, and smaller also.
Last night was like that, but instead of school it was so much more.