When I was little, I loved when Mum told me the story of those mysterious figures from the ancient Chinese myths, like a 4 eared, 9 tailed goat, with its eyes on its back, representing the brave. I let myself go. I close my eye and imagine myself in this big world. I see myself, a little person under the heavy steeply mountains. Misty clouds burred my view, but didn’t let me lose direction of where I want to go. The hidden mysterious figures and demon loom through the clouds. I gaze into the distance, I will take courage to grow up and become who I really are.