As a child,I lived in a town called cornwall. My parents often took me go to the park where I used to play ‘hide and seek’ with some children.
There was a river near my house.Dad used to take me there.He taught me how to swim.I enjoyed swimming and playing games in the cool water. When I was six,my mother took me to school and I had my first lessons.My teacher was very smart and gentle but I felt afraid all the time. It took me a long time to get used to studying at school.
Five years later my family left cornwall. Last week I came back to visit it. Every thing became strange to me.There was only one thing:The river where I used to have a swim still look exactly the same.
Perhaps the most amazing gift of this life when fatigue is to find the childhood flashback.
I remember about my childhood, is the time chasing candy Ad bike towed to the steam loss, eating slowly bit by bit to try to prolong the taste of it. As the toy grabbed three picking leaves clustered in cooking, are the long strings package tomorrow ngoang box sneaky hidden for fear of being scolded, as the days to accumulate money to buy breakfast only a comic book, is sometimes three times playful romp that went down to a broken leg.
I remember in my childhood, the days are filled with sunshine, is singing rhyme sung in the summer meetings, the first is said to lie to ride, is the process of growing up between the earth itself long wide sky, and bringing with them the desire to step into life.
I remember about my childhood, is the time to catch the wind direction vane raised, is the time to play hide and seek and chase lost amid the busy streets do not find the way back, as the bike wobbled reps bleeding down weeping with thuong.Toi hiccups worth remembering my childhood, the days are so much fun, as well as what material deprivation, when even candies may also sometimes bite with friends split in half, to just a few hundred smoldering snacking pleasure as well have the whole world, when the children's day gift is just a couple of pieces of candy and a notebook writing but still excited, looking forward to.
I remember in my childhood, the time had been carefree, can live surrounded calm among people, but not tired and bear more responsibility gong stand on own feet its like now.
And so everyone's childhood, the days are not cracks, but the process has raised the cry tingled, laughter poured, with both of the young and foolish sad, skin wounds mixed with blood and tears. But, in retrospect it all, and that is happiness itself is fun.
Those older we tend want to recall things over, especially the memories of the past. Because each recall how, we will be more motivated to overcome all the difficulties of the present, to realize that all things are going through, so she continues to be a page diary in the past.
Those older we tend want to recall memories from the childhood years. Because whenever fatigue or despair, stumbling or depressed, those childhood memories segment is like as wonderful sedative, to help them feel as found on the peaceful landing.
Time still goes by and gradually bring my entire youth gone, even the childhood memories will become a silence and was honed by thousands of the world.
What was your childhood? Has been a period of growing up like? Do you remember?
