One of the happiest things for us is when we can go back to the village where we were born, namely the place where we played with our grandmothers when we were little. This is what I did this Wednesday, going home to my grandmother's place. Where is my place? Playing when I was little was a very enjoyable thing, but today I can treat a longing that I have suppressed for a long time, but it is healthy not to want to miss various trips or beautiful views when I go back to the village where I was born, where so much has changed. -The changes that can be seen along the way include the fertility of the view in terms of the rice planted in the rice fields when I was playing when I was little, which is not as beautiful as the view it is now as times change and develop. These areas made me a little confused about which road I should take because there have been too many changes starting in terms of buildings and natural beauty, some of the pictures on this trip captured me and I wanted to make a post in the community on Wednesday where This Wednesday I return to the village where I was born and I want my villages to be a memory in this large community, greetings to friends. And this is my daily work. This Wednesday, I return to the village where I was born.
