I remembered a time when I followed my mother down to her hometown on the countryside. That was during a summer time, and there was an afternoon when I was left alone in that wooden house.
I was lying on the wooden floor, the fans spinning above me, generating 2 sounds. One was the mechanical sound which was generated by the powering of this fan; The other one was the soft sound of wind approaching and dancing in the air. Far from a distance, the cicanda was doing their chorus, shrieking yet rhythmetic sound were coming from afar, gave me another sense of comfort. Then my parents came back, the sound of socks rubbing on the ground and the cracking sound from this old wooden floor came in suddenly. There were also this pounding sound when they came up to me, generating by their feet bashing on the ground, because they saw me not studying, but looking afar feverishly. This pounding sound, together with the singing of cicanda and the comforting low frequency sound of the fun, cooperated perfectly and took a large place in my memory.
I look forwarded to create a similar sound collection like those sounds in that memory, because they will remind me of that memory, suddenly going back to that beautiful summer.