Soft guitar music flowed through Jiho's window. Whoever was playing it wasn't all that great, an occasional mistake would be heard, but the songs were nice. Jiho was sure that he had never heard them, yet they seemed so familliar. They reminded him of something, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It might have been past memories of when he was little and his mother would take him on 'adventures'. As Jiho grew older he became much less interested with these 'adventures' which in reality were small things, like climbing the tall oak tree that grew in his front yard, or going to the farmers market. Jiho found these things boring, simple and plain. Jiho would much prefer to listen to music in his room, or read.