Since I was different, I had a place where I celebrate my solitude. I think none knew about that place because it was way between the dangerous woods, I was kind of reckless and risk taker. I sacrifice everything just to be individually thinking about life and observing the beauty of the world. Whenever I had time to skip from my mother. I walked with my footsteps on the harsh grass, surpassing the thrones to meet the endless paradise. After the end of the path I had created, my eyes sparkles within the shinning view. My heart beats so fast and joy highered up my hormones as if it's the first time seeing it; there was a water fall surrounded by trees, huge black rocks that I always stand on and scream. I go higher up to the biggest and highest rock and jump under that water fall. I swim in depth and see fishes there dancing in harmony under the ocean. As I get my head above the surface my soul refreshens, as if my heart stopped beaten and I was born again into such perfect world. It felt nice and indescribable. Until I have heard some footsteps that I never heard before. I thought it was just me here? am I wrong?!