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Every time we went to play in the mud for a while, my grandfather would come to pick me up and take me home, "educating" me as we walked, saying that girls should be reserved and should not roll in the mud. I didn't seem to care what my grandfather said, and the next time it rained, I would still have fun playing with the kids in the village. As for my grandfather, he was just pacing back and forth at the end of the path with an umbrella in his hand, looking worried.

On sunny days, I would invite my friends to fly kites on the edge of the field. When I saw the wind coming, I would run to the path with the kite in my hand without saying a word, having fun as I pleased, letting the kite float away into the distance with the children's laughter. When I go out, I usually run around. In the fields, you can always see a girl with two pigtails running around. Fortunately, the village is not big and the paths are winding, so no matter how I run, I can always run back home to drink some water and continue talking to the kittens and puppies, chickens and ducks.

Children are always rebellious and naive. From then on, I no longer had the chance to be a "lady" as my grandfather said. Most of the time, I was playing in the front while my grandfather was helping me behind, which really made my grandfather worry a lot.

From morning to dusk, for a playful kid like me, everything was filled with joy, whether it was bringing two persimmons from the neighbor's house or picking a few corns from the field. The way home is long, but I am never afraid, because the wind always brings the news that my grandfather is calling me to come home for dinner. In any case, this path has engraved most of my childhood.

The past is gone with the wind. As I grew up, I went back to my hometown less and less often. Many times when I talked on the phone with my grandmother, she would secretly tell me that grandpa was waiting at the end of the path again, waiting for me to return.