Longhouse

The longhouse reminded me of my very young days. It would be at the age of preschool I used to live near a barrack which labourers and their families live. As I was taking pictures .I started to remember the wonderful times my friends and I had. I used to visit the barrack very often as my aunt lived there.Mother looking out of the window wishing his son to play well.
Hoping that a footballer is born.
Community works to gather.
Passed time, I have forgotten all this . It is simple but nice; Good old days!!!