My memories : Give me one ticket to back to childhood, please!

Living seven years between the busy and bustling Saigon, it gradually familiar with the air here: always busy, dynamic and especially hot air all year round.
Sitting on a pavement, drinking a glass of coffee to prepare for a long day of work. A wind blow across my face, it feels incredible, a sense of cool, a familiar feeling. All its senses are stopped making it remember my hometown - Memories of windy fields

It was born in a countryside farmhouse of the world's second-largest rice exporter, so it is no wonder that its childhood is surrounded by green rice fields.
Its childhood has always been a fun day with friends in the field - where they can freely run, play and play with the multitude of mischief that they can think of. It remembered the days to catch grasshoppers, remember the fish catching times with the result always the body always muddy mud.

It remembers the days of the field during the harvest - the time when perhaps the field will be the busiest of the year. Like a festival, everyone is out in the field, carrying sickles, tool, and everyone is ready to harvest grain of rice of a hard-working season.

But I do not care about it, I just need to know that it's the time when I and my friends can run freely in the fields. And more specifically, we also started a "separate harvest season" - the harvest of fish. The fields in Vietnam are always watery, wet, so with the rice cultivation, Fields are great for live fish, especially catfish, anabas, crab.The capture of fish will certainly not change the economic value of the field, but at least it will bring a lot of fun and smiles to the kids.

When large up, I knew care the rice field, know how to transplant rice, know how to fertilize. Then, it was possible to harvest the crop itself. Bigger, Field on the moonlit nights are the best and most romantic place to date that I can remember.
But no matter how big it is, the feeling is standing in the middle of the rice field, smelling the light aroma of the rice flower, hearing the murmur of the wind. The feeling that is probably the whole this life will still never forget.

Now machines are replacing people. Kids do not want to go out. Homework or video games take up most of their time. Anyway, it still wants to be back to childhood. Wanting to once more in the middle of the field, looking at the blue sky, touching the breeze of the homeland - part of childhood