The truth is, I am an expert on the prehistoric ages. Everytime I encounter a history book, I tell myself again and again that I will finish the book by reading it step by step. However, the bad news is that I always find myself, softly dozing off at the the boring features of the prehistoric age. However, at the National Museum of Korea, it was a totally different feeling. This is how I felt:

"I woke up early in the morning. At the smell of breakfast, I walked to the warm fire that looked the blazing red Sun. Our dad wasn't here to join us. He had gone to hunt for food. After a breakfast of acorn porridge, I got out of the cave and ran to the river to look if dad and his men were coming along. I waded into the clear water and nestled my feet beneath the sand. I like it here, but I knew I do have to move someday. That always made me sad. In the far corner of my eye, I saw my mom grinding acorn with the grinding stone. My big sister was sewing with the needle my grandmother made out of bones. My grandmother was sitting on the ground, trying to use a hand axe to do something. I sensed trouble; grandfater was always up to mischief. Far along, with the horizon, I saw a few people carrying a great huge buffalo. After a second look, I realized the people were my dad and his men. I splashed to shore to inform everyone that dad was coming. When dad came, he was piled with great ego. We had a delicious feast of bufflao meat and acorn cookies(Mom is fabulous at cooking). I remeber falling asleep last night, as I heard a story of a heroic hunter. Yesterday was like a fairytale to me."

That is the prehistoric age I had felt at the National Museum of Korea.