I live in the mountains.

All around are mountains. They are not high like the Alps. They are old and worn down yet beautiful. They tell us that the Cambrian mountains and the Appalachian mountains were part of the same mountain range, separated now by continental drift.
The mountains of Wales are full of mystery. There are ancient stones where people lived long ago. It is a land of dragons. This time of year I often see baby dragons on my way to college. They are becoming more adventurous and find their way onto the road. They hiss at me and try to spit fire but they are not old enough. Quickly their mother calls them back. The dragons don't take our sheep. They know we care for the dragons and in return they teach the young dragons to look after our sheep. It's the way it has been for centuries.