I found myself walking down a street. The houses had no numbers and the people I could see didn't seem to see me in return. It's all a bit hazy to think about but when I looked down the street it appeared to be endless. No matter how long I walked, more houses I would find. I thought about turning around but as I did I noticed the houses in which I just past had vanished with new different houses taken root in their place. The people too.
I continued to stroll down the street when I happened to come upon a shiny gem just lying on the ground. As I picked up the gem I selfishly thought to myself "Who would throw such a gem away? Who would leave such a thing just lying here?". I stuffed the purple gem into my pocket and continued on. A short time later I came upon another gem, this time a bit smaller with a more bluish tone. I picked this new one up and stuck it in my pocket as well. It wasn't long before I started finding these rare gems almost every step. I couldn't pick them all up, I didn't have any more room in my pockets. I looked around and started putting the more colourful ones in my pockets replacing any that I felt weren't good enough.
I continued to walk down the street, stepping over a blue gem here, a red one there until I came upon an oddly familiar house. Unlike the countless houses I had passed, which I might add had a somewhat reminiscent feel to them, this house stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a near-perfect resemblance to the house I grew up in. Even the car in the driveway matched my fathers old Ford, right down to the rust. I then started to notice another familiar house, and another, and so on. As I walked things started to become a little clearer, the people I saw started to remind of the people I'd once met. Then it hit me.
The houses were places I've visited. The people were people I had known. The gems. The gems were my memories. I was the one who carelessly toss them aside. I was the one who left them lying around.
The sign on the street read : Nostalgia Lane.
