primary memory from my eyes

It has been quite a day for me, paying visit to my primary school teachers and few of my friends. Busy but a memorable day...at least I managed to have a short chat with my teachers, reminding me of what we had gone through together as a class.
It was like a little green leaf on its mother tree at that time. Everything is so simple and...just so simple and pure. Even though we did argued back then, we did do some so-called childish things yet, the picture that we last took before we stepped onto the another stage of education is filled with joys.
I can't recall much like others about primary life and I wonder is it because I'm a forgetful person or I didn't put an effort on remembering it? Which should I blame? Still, the feeling that I carried back then is still lying inside of me, rooted inside of me.
There was a saying "life's nothing but an act." If that saying does apply in our real life, then my primary life should be nominated as the worst act ever. As the secondary curtain unfolded and the lights shone on me, the little green leaf that once resting peacefully in its mother tree's arms had turned brown. No matter how true one is towards his or her friends, there'll be an invinsible barrier in between and the differences is just the thickness of that very barrier. For some, it maybe as thick as a sheet of paper and for others, it maybe as thick as a city wall...
At that time, most people will put on a mask and start their life as an actor on this very stage of life. And at that very time, those seemingly childish things are what memorable for us.
One day, the little leaf on the mother tree will fall into the lake and some may rest on the very bottom of the lake. But no matter what, the picture that we last took together in primary school uniform will still be the most memorable thing for me. For that, I'm happy to know all of you and be able to spent my primary life with you all. May this ridiculous article of mine covers the full stop of my memory of you all.