My Childhood Dream Come True Which do you like better, the city or the country? When I was young, I lived in country. I was eager to become a city resident. I envied those city people and was thirsty for the way they lived. The city was where I dreamed about. There was too much temptation over there, such as tall buildings, planes, trains, movie theatres, zoos and parks, etc. The country was like another world. It was quiet there. There was a forest, rivers and mountains around my village. On my way home from school, I always walked through the forest and enjoyed touching those trees, flowers and grass. The trees were so strong and tall. Wild flowers were beautiful. The grass was soft and smelt fresh. Sometimes I would like to lie down on the grassland after class with my sisters. We sang and played happily. I could see the blue sky, hear birds singing and see some cows and sheep in the distance. I climbed up on the trees from time to time with partners and did homework. I would not go home until I heard the sound of my mom’s voice: dinner! When I grew older, I really became a city resident. Now I live in city and work here. I am so busy all the time, there’s so much stress at work and in life. I have to pay off housing and car loans. I work harder and harder, I eat my breakfast while working. I go to bed at midnight. But I’m still afraid to lose my job. I have no time to get close to nature, even no time to look up at the sky. I miss the time when I was young. How much I want to touch the trees and flowers, lie down on the grass to hear the sound of sheep and cows and let my mind wander where it will, just like I did when I was a child. How long have I lost myself in this noisy city? I envy those villagers and am thirsty for the way they live. The country is somewhere I dream about. When shall I go back there then? My childhood dream come true, now I have a new dream.