Once during a bike trip through the woods up on Da Lat, while my friends were strolling around collecting sticks, I started to listen to nature's beautiful sounds. The birds chirping, the whisper of the wind, and the distant roar of the Datanla Waterfall was all that I heard. I quickly became hypnotized and relaxed with these wonderful sounds and heard nothing around me.
Suddenly I was scared out of my wits. I was only a little eight-year-old boy sitting all by himself out in the middle of nowhere, with lots of scary noises all around him. I mean, who wouldn't be scared? It sure doesn't help when your mind plays tricks on you, making you hear things that are not even there and magnifying the little sounds that are present. All I coud think about was the beast lurching about.
I sat there on the cold, hard rock and waited. Finally, I heard the steps of a friend of mine approaching. It was the best sound I had heard all day and I wanted to jump in the air and scream with joy.