oshima returns.

When I was a child, I used to go to the grandmother's birthplace every summer time for collecting the bugs for my assignment, and also I enjoyed myself with my cousins for playing around, and also swimming in a shallow river where could see and get hold of many medakas.

There was no denying that we could spend all day long without having lunch.And, then, at night we gathered, leaned on each other, listened to the exciting oshima story under the lantern fighting off the urge to sleep by old relative.