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The dense fog swirled around my car driving past as though it were burying a treasure. I went today. I went to the mountain where I was a child and my peers were children. It must be like a radio tower that sends out a signal and calls us back. However, not all of us came that were born there; because life happened. Two years, three marriages, one divorce and five adults. There were others, a girlfriend, a best friend, and a hard worker, but mainly it was just us five. I missed the fifth who has probably had the hardest time of us all and I wished that none of us would have grown up. Before us there were others that grew up there too and we never understood until now when all we have is hope. So we go back to the place where we were young and we glide. We'll send our children there together, if it is up to me, and they'll hear the signal too.