It was back in 1999. I was 15 years old and in the second grade of the middle school. I was a student who really didn’t like to study but hang out with my friends. So I remember at that time I spent almost all of my time on playing soccer, playing video game, and enjoying outdoor activities with friends.

One day, I planned to go camping to the mountain with my best friends for 3 days. It took about 2 hours by train to get there from where we lived.
(I wonder how could my parents allow me to go camping… I was just 15…)
Anyway, it was my first trip in my life without my parents.

For three days, we had a great time swimming, fishing and cooking for/by ourselves. The most memorial memorable thing I had there was fishing. One of my friends who liked to fish showed us how to fish. So we caught a lot of small fishes and cooked them ourselves. I remember the taste was not good….

They are still my best friends and we could go camping anytime if we want. But I guess I couldn’t have the feeling that I had at that time because we are not at that time of us the same people any more.