It was nothing but craving and excitement to experience back the mountain, and the rural lifestyle pushed me to grab the offer and invitation of the farm-resort owner for a short escapade by the sea, mountain, and forest.

Back in my childhood days in the countryside, at night, we would sit down on the wooden bench in front of our house, watching the fireflies on tree tops, listening to the crickets and other insects twitting. Sometimes, the cry of the night owls makes our hairs stand and pushes us to get inside the house.

Time has run so fast, and for more than three decades now, I have gotten used to city life; all you can hear are the car horns, loud music on the radio, and people talking, yelling, screaming, and other noises. The old ways of my life are a part of myself that I could not quickly get away from; most often, I keep wishing to feel the energy of my childhood place again, so the invitation is something that I cannot let slip through my fingers. I grabbed the opportunity. It brought me back to my childhood, the chapter of my life I will treasure until the last day of my life and my last breath. And it always feels good looking back at the point where we came from, remembering the way we were because only this way can we tell how far our journeys had reached, how high we've gro