This is the story of what acually happend when choosing between staying in the world I live in today, or letting my dreams take hold of reality, also the part 2 is what I wanted to happend. This is the story which could have majorly impacted my life, my family, and everyone I know. This is the story of Mountain Dreams.

"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, awake in the day to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it reality." -T.E. Lawrence
It started when I was young, around 12 years old when I got my first taste of the mountains. Even before I came to the mountains, there is something about them that draws my attention, they draw me in. When I first started, it became a hobby real fast, and perhaps almost like a obsession, always wanting to go to so many mountains.When this eventually became difficult and I was away from them, things started changing in me. I some how became attached to them. It was like it some how was a part of me, when I was separated, it some how left me feeling not whole, some how something inside me missing. When people at school would be mean to me, I had no one to look to, or atleast thats what I thought at the time. I was also so very alone. The dark feeling of being so alone to this day sends a shiver up my spine, and that I'm thankful for what I got now. It was a very undifinable feeling, and it came to the point were I thought I was nothing and that the world would be a better place without me. And when looking out from my house I could see those beautiful mountains, the idea started to come. The idea that would change my way of thinking. It influenced me in so many ways. The idea was to get away. Set myself a distance between society and me and to some how live off the land. This is madness I thought, but it was a deep desire in me, some how I could'nt hold it from not taking over my emotions, and my emotions heavily influence my actions and the way I think. I thought how is this going to work, I evenatually came up with a plan of how its going to work. I would bring all the neccessary stuff. I would often think ok I'm going to leave soon, but some how I kept delaying myself. Something inside me just would not let me. If I leave, not only would I be leaving everything and everyone behind but it would be wrong of me and people would worry. If I were care free, I would have gladly left as soon as possible.