Well, I do remember the first time I went travelling, at that time I was a little child, but do not underestimate the weakness of a minion.. I am little, but big at heart. At that time, my only experienced was the injury I had after fallen down from the" double decker bus" and feeding the doves at the Trafalgar Square... I do not know exactly when it is the right time for me to really becoming fond with the thing call traveling, but it does help me in many ways, actually I like the feeling of experiencing picturesque scenery in front of me and with my own eyes. I like the feeling of hot blood that rush in my veins and went to my both cheeks when I am excited with the new place that I visited. It does satisfied me a lot. I am full..not to mention sometimes I do cried when witness all of this magically place. Wondering to myself in what ways that this place have exist...how and what they have been through throughout all of the years,decades and thorough how many civilizations. Every place have their own story, have their own halo and horn books. Have their own dark secrets...the mystery that needs to be unveiled..that needs to pay close attention. I think maybe that is the reason why love traveling..Moreover, I think the reason why I did not gain many fats(hahaha), is because I like to walk a lot..there are too many places to explore in this world..I am excited to go to another place, wondering where would that be next time..I can wait..Hope you like this post...
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