Thursday, October 10, 2019
My Childhood Memories Essay
Itââ¬â¢s considered that childhood memory is special for everybody because itââ¬â¢s very personal. I canââ¬â¢t imagine my childhood without reminding the time that Iââ¬â¢ve spent at our summer cottage. I can even say that itââ¬â¢s the most precious time in my life. Itââ¬â¢s situated in half an hour from city by the most beautiful sea that Iââ¬â¢ve ever seen in my life. Unfortunately we sold it 6 years ago, and maybe that is why I appreciate it so much, people always desires what theyââ¬â¢ve lost and arenââ¬â¢t able to get back for going through it again. I still clearly remember us, me, my aunt and my granny, going there every summer for a holiday. And with every new word that I write into this essay I remind new shots from that what weââ¬â¢ve got through there together. We used to spend there 3 months of summer. We went there to spend my birthday and stayed till the study year begins. My mother came to visit me every weekends and I used to show her everything new Iââ¬â¢ve found around there. But there is a thing which about I will regret all the rest of my life. It is the time that Iââ¬â¢ve spent with my aunt. If I only could Iââ¬â¢d give everything to return these days even though for couple hours. Everything we did we did together, everything I had to share I shared with her and she treated the same way with me. One of the best things I remember is how we went to the seaside everyday. It took us 15 minutes to walk there and we spend nearly whole day there. I liked to go there with her very much; weââ¬â¢ve had so much fun together. Well, also one of the reasons was my friend Tima, 6 years older than me, very cute and kind guy. He was at sixth class when he left the school to find a job at the building construction to help his mother financially. We met every summer during 5 years. I miss his friendship very much now. The whole woods of the world wonââ¬â¢t be enough for me to describe all the good things we had because of they all were such a people and it was such a place that I even canââ¬â¢t remember anything bad. I was 12 when my parents sold the cottage. I believe my childhood ended that day.
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