a quite peaceful place

That is the exact description of my childhood, I grew up in the village, free and freshly unadulterated. We would go out to the bushes to harvest wild berry and other fruits that were so plentiful that we did not need our mothers to cook for us-the bushes were so full of what to eat that I feel, I survived my child because i had the best diet at my disposal. The sounds that filled our hears from the jungles were from nature itself-birds of all colours and melodies sang in the morning, in the day and in the evening and deep into the night. The village did not have clocks or watches, we told time by looking at the position of the sun and by listening to the songs of the different birds. The most accurate timer for us was the domestic roosters-when they crow, we knew it is dawn,the start of a new day! Life will never be like that ever, again for my own children because not only have things changed, but times have eqully changed. Thanks for this post that amazing triggered off nostalgic feelings about my childhood raidun!

when i see your words, i remember my childhood. i was born in a common and impoverished village too. but there are so much happy memories of me. i miss the blue sky there but now i have to struggle for a city dream as thousands youngs in china……