Miss you
I don't even know there is a worse feeling in this world than longing. And in this great group of longings, isn't the longing for the most difficult and sad childhood memories? We miss our childhood every time because we are all happy there. My teacher used to say that childhood is alive as long as grandparents live. With them, our childhood memories live forever. I realized the meaning of these words after Grandpa's death. And today my heart just cries out for longing. "I miss you grandpa!".
I remember very little from my childhood. I have always been amazed at how my older sister remembers even the most notable events step by step. I always envy and envy people who have a brilliant memory. I often try to restore images from my past and more often my grandfather's face. I still remember all of his features by heart, but I can't remember his tips that were so dear to me back then.I remember how Grandpa used to rock me with his legs rocking me. No one will understand and feel the joy a child feels from simple play. I can say that I had a happy childhood. Games, joy, freedom. My parents have never restricted me, but they have taught me to distinguish good from bad, wet from dry.
IT SO FUNNY
I remember one funny moment back in the days when my whole family was healthy. I was very different from other children and my sisters both in appearance and in character. Outwardly I was always resembled a russian by nationality. Golden hair, white face, small and delicate nose. We have such a joke when neighboring women say that a child is adopted if they are not like their parents. And I really believed in that nonsense. Now you will laugh at me, but wait, I have done even more nonsense after discovering this "hidden truth".
I was probably 8-9 years old at the time. And to this day I wonder how that little girl could have had such thoughts. I was looking for documents to prove that I had been adopted. And I really found it. How funny it all seems now. Under the lock of the wooden door to the garden, some paper was used to convey height. Oh yes, I used to think I had found those papers, now I will take them out and put my evidence in front of my parents and demand an answer. It so funny.
Of course, I was not able to extract that evidence. Years passed, and those stupid thoughts became a reason to laugh at the memory of the past. And precious childhood goes by so fast and unnoticed.
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