It reminds me of childhood.
I used to spend Winter holidays in the countryside with my Grandparents.
They would heat and cook with wood.
The best part, when we had to chop it.
Not me specifically, but my Grandfather and sometimes my cousin.
I tried it of course. It's not as easy as it looks.
In the end, you feel tired but at the same time like a million bucks.
Might be one of the reasons why they are so happy.
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