I've had a love affair with the mountains from a very early age.. I used to go to the Himalays every summer with my dad. I remember he'd handed me with a victorinox pocket knife and pearls of wisdom when we'd sit under a tree and rest after a days hike. When we were high enough, we could see the world from on top of the mountains. The clouds would in hands reach, and i'd take my knife and etch my name on the tree we'd sit under. After 20 years, i went back on the same trail, with my son, and found that tree. Sat him down, and passed on my knife along with his grandfathers precious words.
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