happy world

Read an article a bout hometown by chance reminds me thinking about my own hometown. indeed, there is nothing to talk about my hometown, i dont think it's a beautiful place firstly. but on other hand it's right the place full of childhood time, happy or sad. the most memorable spot is the rivulet front my home, it's so clear and magic,singing all the way happy toward. i loved that place always enjoy my time there, crabbing and shrimping. and i never cared how strong the heat was, i was a naughty girl with dark skin at that time. but my mother didnt happy about that, in her mind, she thinks play in rivulet is very dangerous activity and really many kids or adults didnt get chance come back when they swimming there. but for me, a girl didnt know swimming, it's no worry about that, i just stay on the bank and never went to deep water. and the time i spent on climbing was really the fantastic time especially in spring we liked to go to wood, gathering flowers and mushrooms even cooking in the wood. that's really memorable time.but now they are all gone rivulet no longer clean, it's replaced by a dark, stink one. and the wood, no onger green, it's all stone full in my sight, no longer attractive. Happy time already gone and wont be back.