My childhood was very pretty, funny and sweet. I was a whimsical, restless, crazy and a very happy girl. I liked to play with my friends “only girls. With my friends we went to the pool to swim, ride to roller-skate and we went to the park.
When I was eight years old with my brother we were going to ride a bicycle. My brother was twelve and we went to the mountain. The mountain was very big and high and it had many trees, stones and tracks with many curves. With my brother we started to go up the mountain to dodge the trees and stones. We were at the top of the mountain and we started to walk down. When we were down, suddenly my brother bicycle’s crushed with a stone and he fell down the mountain. A tree stopped the fall, and my brother was completely dirty and injured. I was running back him and I saw he was fine. Thanks God he was good; he had little injuries and he was covered in mud. We called to my dad and he went to pick us up to the mountain and he carried to my brother to the hospital.
Finally when my brother arrived home we started to speak about what had happened in the mountain and we started to laugh for along time.
When I remember my childhood I feel nostalgia because I miss the time when my only concern was playing, eating and sleeping. The world looked more happy and good. I would like people were more peaceful and innocent and they could smile for simple things how the sun in the morning, a laugh or because of the snow-covered mountain.
I remember my childhood when we went to my grandfather´s home to have lunch on Sundays with my parents and brother, and we ate delicious food and we laughed about events that had happened in the week.
For me an unforgettable place was the uncle’s country home, because I rode horses and I enjoyed the nature.
When I was eight years old with my brother we were going to ride a bicycle. My brother was twelve and we went to the mountain. The mountain was very big and high and it had many trees, stones and tracks with many curves. With my brother we started to go up the mountain to dodge the trees and stones. We were at the top of the mountain and we started to walk down. When we were down, suddenly my brother bicycle’s crushed with a stone and he fell down the mountain. A tree stopped the fall, and my brother was completely dirty and injured. I was running back him and I saw he was fine. Thanks God he was good; he had little injuries and he was covered in mud. We called to my dad and he went to pick us up to the mountain and he carried to my brother to the hospital.
Finally when my brother arrived home we started to speak about what had happened in the mountain and we started to laugh for along time.
When I remember my childhood I feel nostalgia because I miss the time when my only concern was playing, eating and sleeping. The world looked more happy and good. I would like people were more peaceful and innocent and they could smile for simple things how the sun in the morning, a laugh or because of the snow-covered mountain.
I remember my childhood when we went to my grandfather´s home to have lunch on Sundays with my parents and brother, and we ate delicious food and we laughed about events that had happened in the week.
For me an unforgettable place was the uncle’s country home, because I rode horses and I enjoyed the nature.
