Old School in Sidney

There's the Old School, nestled along the banks of the Susquehanna, Population 5,000. The influence of the events that took place there are far reaching. Ever since I was a child, I had an endless fascination with the Old School. Long since abandoned, the Old School was the source of endless fantasies involving schoolmates that may or may not have existed in the past. The memories of others came to life appearing in daydreams and nightmares. I'd imagine playing games with the children in the empty back yard, formerly a jovial playground with parades and celebrations.
A strange feeling occurred, like a ripping sensation when I realized they weren't really there. Although deep in my imagination somewhere, the echo of schoolchildren having fun reside. I could hear the residual echos of the children at times when I walk by, again, the school reaching out to me.
By the time I was a teenager, the prospects of entering this place established itself as a frequent occurrence. I started by entering through a side window with a plank of wood covering it. My friends and I would slide up the inside after sneaking out, camping out at our houses, that always made it so much easier. Upon entering the first level, there unfolded a dingy hallway with archaic lockers, overturned furniture, old Curriculum and lesson plans laying about. Everything was like things were torn and scattered about, as if there was a ruckus that had been abandoned with the "I don't care if this place ever gets picked up" attitude, leaving this mess. Of course, thirty years or more have passed, and the significant degradation has reduced the Old Schools foundation, the wars, walls and floors are cracked, and expose what may never be known about the history of this place.