I am doing my accounting assignment, and am stressful with numbers. In a short moment, it is much more comfortable when I flee from my current life. A peaceful place shelters me from the lasstitude of the life, so I turn back to my childhood. Unexpectedly, I look an old acquaintance riding a bike to school under green trees in Hai Trieu street. I reconsider a familiar face; it is I, and I wonder how everything has changed so much compared to many years ago. Unexpectedly, my old house appears in my mind, so it makes me miss some memories a lot. I vaguely hear my childhood's sound, or images I have never fogetten them. Simply, it is my garden with banana trees, chickens, or rice fields with good flavour of ripe rice seeds.