The mountains was my favorite place, it was so peaceful, so quiet, just what I liked. The sky was a bright blue with birds flying here and there singing as they flew.
I sat reading at the top of the hill with orange and yellow flowers all around me, down that hill was the most beautiful blue river getting sparkled by the sun.
A funny place it was, in daytime it was so happy and sunny while in the night it seemed to suffer from depression.
Everything was grey,clouds hided their tears and all the birds were sleeping on the trees down the hills.
Sometimes the wind seemed to be running away from its worst fears which made people even more scared of the place during the night.
I don't know why they were so scared, it was just a isolated depressed place,
it made me feel fergotten so whenever I felt like crying I would go there without my father noticing and just sat there feeling as if it could understand how I felt.