Anatolie Scolnic
Monika Monk
EAP-98
04/19/2010
Childhood memories
What is a childhood? Childhood is the only moment in which we lived life all maximum intensity. When the cry and laugh happen at the same day. Childhood is a magical land we do not know when and where it begin and do not know when and where it ends. Like any child I also had my childhood. I remember with pleasure about it. Most of this memories I remember but some of them told me my bothers.
In my family we are three bothers and three sisters. I am the fifth child in the family. Often our parents went to work in the field and let me home with my older brothers and sisters to take care of me. Of course like any children they wanted to play and let me without supervision. Nobody wanted to play with me because I was small and could not run with them. They liked to play with neighborhood children and often they forgot about me.
And how we lived near to the pound, one day when our parents were at work they were playing near to the pound with other children. I was like a seven months and I was sitting in the stroller near to the pound. Others small children were playing around the stroller and they crashed me into the pound with stroller. My older sisters were scared when they saw it. They quickly took me and fled home.
So they fled at home to change me the wet clothes. They dressed me in clean and dry clothes, but the dirty clothes they had washed and put it to dry outside to sun. My sisters was very frightened. In the evening when my parents come home after work, I was very clean and they were very happy. They thought how well the girls were cared for me and they praised them for this.
That was my childhood, Beautiful and honest. I grew up under the teachings of my sisters and parents. I grew up in a world where there were no computer games, but we lost hours playing the soccer behind the house and many more games. That was my childhood and I still miss her.