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The Maze of Life!
Childhood memories — A field maze of just another kind.
Dear human friend.
Welcome to life. Welcome to an adventurous journey. Welcome to an exciting roller coaster ride. Welcome to tripping stones, cutting edges, roadblocks, pitfalls and walls of any kinds.
Welcome to a field maze of just another level.
Memorizing my childhood, the first field-maze I ran through with seven of my friends and in excitement, was during elementary school. A farmer of a neighbor village had combined his strawberry-picking-field with a hay-maze. We went there for a birthday party of one of us and I still remember my gut feeling at the entrance into the unknown. There was nothing to see but hay around us. There were many crossing paths. There was a task to first enter the center of the maze and pick one fruit from the scarecrow, that was supposed to stand and wait for us and to then return to the entrance, which was the exit as well.
The farmer handed us a small bag with a bottle of water and cookies. “Stay together.” This was the last sentence I heard my friend’s mother call. Off we ran. The first intersection was yet to come. “Turn right!” This was the fastest of us. He thought, the faster we run the better. We followed him, remembering the “Stay together!” After two further crossways, some had…
