When I cast back my
mind to my childhood, I feel sad and fun at the same time. Then the world was
taken in a completely different way, quite another problems concerned me.
Some actions of that
time now seem kind of strange. I remember how sour cream, cottage cheese,
cheese cakes were a cause of my horror. Grandmother often bought all these
dairy products and nursed me in the mornings. Granny started to particularize
all benefits from them: helpfulness, delectable, bellyful. And I didn't want
to eat, but every morning was at the same way: “eat this for your mother, eat
it for your daddy”. And now what is it? None of my day goes by without milk
or yoghurt. Everything changes.
An important place
in my childhood took the construction of the huts, houses, castles. I was
constantly criticized for dressing a cat into t-shirts. I remember when my
mother had the hysterics when in summer I carried my pet on a sledge: our neighbours
for a rather long time had been speaking about unpleasant sound of friction of iron
sledge on the hot summer asphalt. After that the cat was given to my uncle in
order to avoid my «torture» for the animal.
So, childhood is
over, only the pleasant memories of my follies and kindergarten friends
have remained. It was fine, but all good comes to an end sooner or later.