25/03/2026
Twenty years ago, Sa Pa was very different. There was no electricity, no internet, no television. Life moved slowly, and everything felt peaceful. Evenings were lit by small oil lamps, the sound of insects filled the air, and families gathered quietly by the fire. We didn’t have much, but those days were full of warmth and simple happiness.
I still remember my childhood so clearly. My siblings and I would follow our grandfather, walking all the way from Lao Chải to Sa Pa church for Sunday mass. The road was long, covered in mist, and our feet would get tired. Sometimes our clothes were wet from the morning dew. It was hard, but it was joyful. We talked, laughed, and stopped along the way to look at the rice terraces and clouds drifting across the mountains.
Back then, happiness was very simple. Just being together, listening to our grandfather’s stories, and walking side by side over the hills was enough. Life was difficult, but our hearts were calm. There was a kind of peace that is hard to find today.
Time has passed so quickly. Twenty years have gone by in the blink of an eye. Sa Pa has changed brighter lights, better roads, more modern life. But somewhere in my heart, the old Sa Pa still remains quiet, gentle, and full of love.
That childhood will never fade. It lives inside me like the morning mist over the mountains soft, silent, and unforgettable. And every time I remember, I see myself again, a small child walking the long road from Lao Chải to Sa Pa church, following my grandfather… a moment in time that will never return, but will never disappear.