What can I say... This photo brings back so many memories I wouldn't know where to start!
My first mountain to climb. My first rock to climb, (Bande Yakhchal boulders), my first wall to climb (Divareh Bande Yakhchal), and the first time I slept(stayed awake all night) on a wall (zireh Kolahake Divareh), my first rescure of a fallen climber, and yes, the first time I saw the blood of a climber who had fallen to his death the night bfore on the way down from (Abshar Dogholoo). But by far the memories were good. That's where I found out what the rest of my was going to be like.
This is where it all began for me too (and on Dizin Ski Slopes). I used to look at it so much, from home, school, street...used to go up its slopes with my high school buddies (none of whom were serious climbers, they used to tease me for always wanting to go higher). I still think about it almost every day and at times dream about it at nights. Always wondering what its snow cover is like.
"So I was sitting in my cubicle today, and I realized, ever since I started working, every single day of my life has been worse than the day before it. So that means that every single day that you see me, that's on the worst day of my life."
--Peter Gibbons (Office Space)