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[ThreeDogNight]

I still remember the olden days, you know, sitting around at home contemplating nothing. Never did I realize in my life I'd be here in Korea coming from white, middle class suburbia USA. Yet little did I know the reality of one day here in comparison to the sunsets cutting a swath through farmland, or lazy fields where trails zigzagged home, short-cuts from the nearby baseball park and swimming pools just minutes away. It felt like, feels like, summer again thinking about those days, a summer so free I can still taste the sweetness of sweat and bubble gum.
Now I langour, looking home, Westward, waiting for the sun to set again, or rise from where it came. Now in Korea, I wonder just how I got here, and what, exactly, I left behind. Not that I regret it here. Home is where the heart is. But the call began somewhere in that summer-like garden where the sun betokened another world altogether.
In retrospect, the fact that I'm here in a strange land is like the sunset, in a way. The horizon painted a picture of something I couldn't envision nor imagine with my own mind, a land more beautiful than the one I grew up in near Chicago, Illinois. It was a sunset that painted a picture of strange faces which radiated out of the more darker nights at the age of 16. That's when I first "really" heard about Asia, apart from the childhood bantering that if you digged a hole straight down you'd end up in China.
Well at 16, I did some digging, schoolwise, and found China did indeed exist. Heck, I couldn't find it on the map in History class, but somehow, someway, I was invited to go and live with a family there because I got good grades one year. I was perplexed I'd been chosen to go, or that somehow, out of the blue, I'd gotten an invitation in the mail. I'd never once given it a thought. But it was then, too, I'd read Herman Hesse, the guy so popular in Asia, and another book by a Chinese author I can't remember. Nonetheless, I never made it to the invitation.
Then, about 15 years later-give or take a few-I ended up here. Money wasn't the issue. Travel wasn't the issue either. Somewhere, somehow, the idea of another world apart from the one I knew back home was formed in my mind. It was a world that lured me to a place unlike any that hitherto I'd known. It was a place not where the sun set, but where the sun rose, figuratively speaking, on the cradle of a hidden civilization, a place I'd thought was only a land of make believe, or worse, a land I'd never set foot on and that never mattered anyway.
Now, like I said, I'm here, and that world back home is no longer the world I know. It's dark, it's dangerously distorted and dissolved into the darkness of night. But I still remember the feeling of waking up to the reality that just outside the back door of my home was a trail I could take and go anywhere I chose to go. It could've led to the same parks, the same baseball fields, the same town and trail leading home. But its path led here.

[kangnam mafioso]

good post, three dog.

everyone accounts for where they are in life in a different way. we have to make peace with out past and embrace the future. don't look back.

[kiwiboy_nz_99]

Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God, I'm A Country Boy


When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God, I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm A country boy

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy


Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
He said...'Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy

[Mr. Literal]

[kiwiboy_nz_99]

Nice

[just because]

[seoulmon]

[kiwiboy_nz_99]

[kiwiboy_nz_99]

3DN, I'm the only reason you exist out here, not your country clubs and your tv shows !

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[Ilsanman]

I might find the country life alluring when I am old, but for now I am a big city boy. The bigger the better.

[kiwiboy_nz_99]

That's it you're warned don't ever go over my head again ya hear ...