It Is Very Difficult To Forget The Past

Yesternight I couldn't sleep in time just because it was the last day of our eleventh grade. All the boys were in festive mood and I was forcibly dragged to the rumble. I being a Guitarist, was requested to play guitar and the guys were to sing over that. I'm not complaining about the situation, but it was the overflowing memories of my past five years which kept on disturbing me; I was feeling as if everything was tasteless. I was as if should have stayed in those olden days then it would be far better though I'm at a better place now.
I remember those days from my last school which were the the most precious ones for me. Whenever we were in a mood of celebration on special ocassions we used to do such things which were celebration plus. At some times we used to dance and used to get comments like "had you gone mad?". Also we used to sing a lot which was sometimes becoming cacophony when a lot of people get on with us.A majority of boys used to play soccer and cricket for the whole day on the holidays. And some had their own way of games ie; purly Indian games like Gilli-danda (miniature/ancient form of cricket) and Kusti (wrestling), and I was the foolish one who was always sticking to his guitar. Some were involve in some illegal acts too like using cameras, cellphones etc. These were not importnt as these were the target of authorities. Sometimes my passion 'guitar' used to create headache for others, but I never let them ovrcome me. I really miss those days - the golden days of my life. God! Can you return me all those days?