Interesting story about life and memories...we are not much on sticking pictures on a part of the house in my family...but if there's any place I've felt such wave of nostalgia, it must have been my secondary school/college, it was a military school, located in the middle of the barracks, our civilian parents would drop their wards off at the entrance to the barracks as that was the farthest they were allowed to reach, then the students will hop out and begin a 30minutes walk to where the school was located and you dared not be late so for a lot of students it used to be a run. It was the daily routine for 6years. Anytime I find myself going through those roads for some reason, I get overwhelmed with the memories, the height of the emotions come flowing when I step into the school environment itself, the tears, the fears, the fun, fights and extremeness, the troubles and tactics devised to evade them, the injuries, the love-my first love...so many memories, I still dream about that environment till date...funny enough there were no pictures...just memories in the head..