Coming back to your hometown sometimes bring all the memories back to where its belong; your heart!

Suddenly all the things I see bring all my memories when I was young and naive; I hope when you back to your hometown, a simple things like this would bring yours too.

A wau bulan hanging on the wall

A rusty zinc awning at the backyard

Kids coloring books on the verandah

A fish net hanging under the verandah waiting for the next raining season

Kiddy bikes park in front of the house

A colorful sandal on the wooden stairs

A gate lock with an old box rope

An orchid pots hanging from the verandah ceiling

An old saji on top of zinc roof

A couple of flower pots hanging at the nearby bamboo cage

A view of wooden floor from below of the house

A rain water inside an old paint container

A hen nesting her eggs under the house

A chicken shit on top of piece of wood inside the bamboo cage