A toast.

To the days when the roof was leaky.

The midnight birthday revelries.

To the horror that were exams.

The peals of laughter at silly jokes at group study sessions.

To the dreadful lack of nutrition.

The small joys that chicken lollypops could bring.

To missing family, but having friends around.

The clouds floating through windows.

To being angry with everything.

The singing aloud while on trips.

To not being able to afford almost everything.

The jointly singing Happy Birthday Harry Potter.

To thinking that this would never end.

The weeping silently while saying goodbye.

The years of struggle.

The years of innocence.

The years of joy.

A toast to them all.