When I was a little girl maybe five to seven years old, my late grandmother would often tell me about Dragon stories. She would start her story by saying there is a certain creature which lurks in our river and watch for children who are stubborn, liar and disobedient. She told me that she saw it once when she was a child like my age. Then she would encourage me to close my eyes and sleep otherwise that creature which she calls as a dragon would come out, take me to the river and eat me up. I still remember asking her if the dragon is real and she would answer me that Dragon really exists. At some nights, still on my younger age, I would dream about a devilish creature like a big fish coming out the river, creating huge waves and chasing after me while I am playing.
When we had our very first owned TV I began to picture what a true dragon looks like. It is not how I picture it with grandma’s stories neither what I saw on my dreams.