The library was closed of course. It had been closed for a long time. So were the other shops near the vicinity. A businessman had bought it all. The town used to be bright and lively but recently it was like a forest after a fire, dry and dead. The town I grew up in, barely recognizable to me anymore. At least some shops were open like a bakery went to with my mom after school. But soon the bakery was closed. When I walked by it, I saw some moving trucks and the same sign that was posted near every closed building. I never really liked the cookies and the confectionaries but it felt like a monumental loss, with all my memories floating around in my head like leaves in the wind. What once used to be a quiet peaceful town, was now becoming a city, with loud cars, and big machines. Hotels and tall buildings cut through the skyline. The smell of smoke can diesel wafted through the air. People were bustling around like a bunch of bees, rushing around, always having something to do.