Each of us posses a treasure of memories and stories of our childhood schools, some of them are hidden in dusty corners, old benches and under the trees of the school garden. We travel back to these corners to find a safe haven, as if all worries and problems vanish in the presence of childhood's special places. What can people say about how their schoolyard was like? Where would they sit and what would they see? Where was their favorite spot? Hidden from eyes, looking towards the sea, or basking under the sun? This article draws on people's memories of middle-childhood school places, in an attempt to uncover, albeit in glimpses, the experiences of place and their longlasting memorable and restorative value.