As a boy, I had the privilege of growing up in small towns, where forests and fields were not too far from our back door. A sense of wonder and respect for nature came from climbing trees and building hideouts.
I stopped listening to music. That's right, the closing coda called and the sousaphones, saxophones and sitars fell silent.
Editor's note: This year marks the 70th anniversary of the founding of New China.
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