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First early /out/ing i remember, was a kindergarten mountain trip. We obviously stuck to easy path (maybe asphalt even). It was around spring/summer time. Pretty warm but nothing too bad.
One thing i remember vividly is that one time when we had a stop mid trip. I then sat on a bench, looked forward and enjoyed the view like pic rel, while eating a chocolate bar. I probably didn't realize it consciously, but my subconscious loved every bit of it. Something so simple, yet so dreamy.
Such is nature.
Fastforward few years and here i am, back from long trip, relishing old innocent memories. I do want to get back there again, or at least eat that choco, but both of those are lost deep in my memories.
