Question

Write about your childhood. Va rog rapid!

Answer 1

Childhood is a magical land. We do not know where and when it starts and we do not know when and where it ends. The childhood is the only moment of life in which we live with maximum intensity. In which we laugh and we cry on the same day, in which we upset and forgive in a few seconds, in which we are alone and also with everyone. The magic magic of my childhood was in a small but valuable village on the edge of a forest. We were gathering on my summer vacation and all my cousins. Grandmother was happy to have us around her. When I was going my grandfather, I was preparing many surprises for myself and my cousins.I was standing in the shade of the old lime on my grandfather's bench and telling me stories, and I used to say sweet words. I spent three months. I was going out on the sidewalk and standing by night with the children there and we were playing all kinds of games. It was my childhood. Beautiful, honest and bright. I grew up under the teachings of my grandparents and parents, I grew up in a beautiful, harmonious world where all people understood well, where I spent the evenings behind the house, where I had a box in a tree and my cousins. Now I grew up sorry it ended so fast and I can not be anymore. But no matter how big you are, there in soul you still have a person who always speaks the word CHILDHOOD!