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The Sequoia Alley

• When I feel weary after long study day, which is often full of tedious activities, which imply continuous fight tooth and nail for grades and justice, I want to alienate from the city life and take a deep breath around nature.

• As far as I can remember myself, I’ve always been a villager trough and trough even though I live in a megalopolis my whole conscious life.

• When I seek rest and relief, I close my eyes and daydream about my early childhood years, which I spend with my family in the countryside next to the sequoia forest.

• Every morning was a godsend for me because I woke up late from the radiant, bright sunlight, which penetrated into my room and tickled my face.

• I got up jubilantly because I knew that I was going to hastily run to my parent’s bedroom and on my way there I would encounter our shaggy dog who would keep me company, jumping and envisioning coming morning walk.

• When I met parents after a long night sleep, my dad took my hand and we would get ready for our morning stroll.

• Huge sequoias were sturdy, they looked like a mighty wall, which took care of our peace every night, gave us a scene of safety.

• While my dad and I were walking down the sequoia alley, he could put his hand on my head and gently finger my wavy baby hair.

• We usually walk for an hour, watching our exuberant dog running in the distance with dancing long and funny ears, and mighty sequoias accompanied us.