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The Place Where We Had the Geese
Songjungli, where I was born, is a small town in the southwestern part of Korea. I lived there until I was twelve, and I have lots of unforgettable memories of that place. One of them is taking the geese from their small cabin at my home to the river with my brother. The first time that we took the geese out, it was very difficult for us to control and guide them. To keep them together, we had to use sticks. On the way to the river, however, they found food on the road or saw other animals such as chickens, dogs, or other geese whose owners had dyed their heads a different color. Our geese had not seen any of these things before. All the geese appeared very excited on seeing these new things. They seemed to be trying to tell each other, and maybe us, about their new experiences. Some of my poor geese unfortunately intermixed with the other geese, that is, the geese whose heads were dyed differently. To separate them and bring them back to their own flock was a very difficult task as we had to constantly run in all directions with sticks in our hands. When the geese reached the river, they kept plopping down and enjoying a bath and eating food. My brother and I were very happy because we were able to give them complete freedom away from their small cabin. We felt like messengers of freedom. While they were playing in the river, my brother and I sat on the bank and played with blue marbles. I was always better than he was! All these wonderful memories with the geese still give me lots of joy.
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