On the 30th I went to church with dad; it so happens that the church spring festival was happening that weekend and I didn’t know. Every year since I could remember we had festivals (mostly fall festivals) for everyone to enjoy. I only got some food and left because it was so early in the day, but memories flowed back to me. My life back then was dedicating my time to volunteer there, setting up games, setting up food, having fun with everyone. I honestly miss those days, but things change don’t they? We grow up, we move on, or at least a lot of us do. I wish them the best festivals for years to come.