I remember walking down cherry blossom streets in Los Angeles. I remember the sun glistening off the waters below the Lincoln Memorial in Washington. I remember the twin towers of light in Old New York City. Yeah. People from the big cities came to my hometown for vacations. My family vacationed in the big cities. It’s amazing how different worlds can be even though you measure their distances in kilometers. The big cities never felt truly real to me. I like grass and sand beneath my feet and a clear sky above me. I like swimming in real river and lake water, where fish nibble my legs. The grand metal and pavement buildings and walkways felt like a fantasy world to me. Unreal. I suppose that’s how city folk felt about my hometown. I suppose that’s why they came every year for their dose of unreality.