I am a high school graduate on summer vacation. In the spirit of life is sport, I was kicked out for a walk every night by my mom. I was extremely reluctant at first, and after going out a few times, I felt okay.
That is, in the small area of a quick walk, play a fitness equipment. This is also the time I realized that the original daily walk so many people, from children to the elderly ranging. Sometimes I can't play those community equipment, are occupied by people who exercise.
Every time I go out, I only walk for 30 minutes at most, and then I'm too lazy to go home. Once my dad suddenly said he wanted to join me, we used to split up.
I squirmed and refused, saying I'd walk by myself. At that time every night, I was the last to go out and the first to come back.
The number of times I refused was so high that I couldn't stand it anymore. I don't know which time it was, just so go out together, and then we have been going out together.
Dad and I are not the same, he took me from the neighborhood to the district, strolling familiar with this area of the road. It was an hour's walk each time.
At first it was in the neighborhood, and when I walked it was near my own building, and Dad took me through the basketball court to the path, and from the path to the parking place ......
I saw the boys in the basketball court sweating so hard!
I see the badminton ball flopping around, unable to find its fulcrum.
I saw the parent-child interaction, the elderly fitness.
I also found a small stone paved path, both sides of the dense branches and leaves to provide a few shade.
This was also the first time I realized that there was an opening at the back of Area B, which led directly to the road, and across the road was Area C.
It turned out that I had missed so much by staying at home all the time.
That time, when I went out, I hadn't finished talking to a senior, and to avoid falling, I kept holding onto my dad.
In fact, there were times when I walked with my dad on my arm before, but I always felt bad that I was chatting with others and leaving my dad out to dry, taking him as a guide.
And he didn't say anything until I was done chatting about something or other.
There was also a power outage in a few neighborhoods, and there was an original bay of people living over there to come out and eat, and we ran into it.
I remember my dad saying something along the lines of
How do you somehow have a sense of belonging, a feeling of being protected? You don't do raids like that!
One time my mom didn't dance and we went out for a walk as a family.
It was a long road that went east.
The road was a long one, and there were not as many people on it as there are now, so we just walked along the road, chatting and walking.
Sometimes we ran into people we knew well and talked about the university we went to.
Sometimes I saw a few children riding a small car, very cute.
When we were about to reach the intersection, we turned back along the other side, complaining about the developer, our house has been built for so many years and still not settled.
Sometimes we'd go a little farther, back from my high school.
At that time, I don't know if the school's senior make-up classes, the playground is full of adults and children playing, the sound of laughter is long, and even outside of me are infected, the mood is more pleasant.
There was also a time when my father and I, walked into a piece of the development.
When I was very young and still in my hometown, it was a rare opportunity for me and my family to come here together to buy things. At that time I thought this was the busiest place. The stores, the street stalls, the music, the crowds... everything was new to me.
But now, it's demolished, relocated, chaotic and awful. Only when it's redeveloped can it come to life.
The exhaust from the big trucks there made people sweat, and the dust from the tires was all over us, hot and greasy.
Coincidentally, the road we could have gone back around, because the development was blocked, we had to go back the way we came.
In the end, we unanimously decided not to come back to this dusty place.
In this area, there is a crossroads, so be very careful when crossing the road.
This area is also the most boring.
This is the most boring part of the neighborhood.
There are no schools, no square dancers.
The smell of the barbecue restaurant on the first floor was strong and pungent. Maybe it was because I came out with a full stomach, so I couldn't raise my interest.
Going back around from the road between the tall buildings, maybe two neighborhoods, I really don't know much about it.
The road is not permeable to the wind, a few trees sparsely, standing motionless, dead air, boring straight to people.
I attribute it to the lesser place to go in the future.
The south side can be to the school side, I do not know why, we did not walk together, but I have been there by myself.
Facing the roadside when walking so afraid to run into the former teacher, as if there is a kind of do bad things afraid of being caught mentality, I do not know how to have this strange feeling.
In the end, I didn't run into my former teacher.
This section of the road is very short, there are a lot of children with children from the school in and out of the place, but also on the other side of the neighborhood with children playing badminton ...... a lot of laughter, its happy.
Walking this section of the road will also remind me, once high school, so close, so far. I always dare not step in again, and do not know what kind of identity will be the next time to go in.
At the end of this short path, I bought a magazine in the morning light.
At one point I was in my room changing my pants to go out and playing with my phone for a while. You know there's no concept of time when you play with your phone.
On my way out of the room I saw my dad sitting on the edge of the bed watching TV.
I changed my shoes, went into my room and waited for a while, thinking it was getting late, so I came out to see if my dad had finished.
As a result, I came out, walked a few steps, my dad said, "Are you done?
The first time I saw the movie was when I was a kid.
This time I realized that I eat slower than him, move slower than him, he every time, waiting for me.
(At that time, it was written in front of the previous paragraph, so "recently" is a screenshot of the paste)