Before I was 12 years old, my family lived in the mountains. Our house was far from my school. It took me one hour to walk to school every morning. It was a happy time for me because I could meet friends on the way, and we would go to school together. There were just six classes in my school, and only about 20 students in each class. We spent most of our time playing. The mountains were our playground. I still remember the different kinds of flowers, the songs of different birds. and the colors of trees in different seasons. Everything was so interesting and beautiful. Even now I still miss my life in the mountains.