Traveling came naturally to me as part of family hobbies, and it was one of many good habits my father ever helped me develop when I was young. One old photo reminded me of a family trip in my early childhood.
It was a weekend in spring, my family went for mountain climbing. Though a little fat girl at that time, I enjoyed climbing mountains a lot. We started at six in the morning, took a rest every one hour or so. On our way up, my father told me to hold the breath and make it until the last moment. The last hundreds of stairs would be the most difficult. I was really tired, my legs couldn't stand well, and the top of the mountain seemed so far away.
I just wanted to sit down and give up the climbing, and again my father said to me, "Look down the hill, it is just like a picture!" I suddenly noticed the beautiful view alongside was perfect. It was the time when you were in full communication with nature and all the tiredness seemed worth. We cheered each other up by chatting or singing, until we finally reached the top after five or six hours.
There's actually no meaning in traveling; traveling is among the experiences adding joy to your way of life already there. So just enjoy it, body and soul.
