This Is August's Story

I am 51 years now.

In recent years, I often have been afraid I will forget who I am. because many stories from my life have slowly became blurred with time.

When I was young, especialy in my twenties, if some one ask me, "which day did we go hiking on Fenglong hill?" I could answer them immidiately, I remebered the time, the date, all the details, the people, tho food.

But along the aging, the days pass by, the memeries are fade too.

So, I think I have to write this stories down.

They are my friends, my classmate, my childhood mate, my brothers, some of them even has gone for a few decades.

I don't want forget them, I want to write them down, write them in my heart.