My Childhood Essay
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In addition, I have never forgotten my singular neighborhood which saw me when I was born, my first steps, my first words and so on. Hence, I had been living there for almost twenty years. There, I grew up with my family and unique neighbors who sharing unforgettable memories. My neighborhood was placed next to the principal port of my country, so everybody could get the most fresh fish and seafood at markets. Close to my house living people who had jobs in the port such as fish man, merchant marine, and captains. I remember that the community formed groups in order to gather money for any purpose. For example, the soccer field of my neighbor was old and careless. We made many activities as bingo, garage sale, and food sale. After long…show more content…
February is the hottest month of the year in my country, so since children to adults play this kind of comic game outside homes watching who is “dry” and get “wet.
Finally, my first school during the elementary was one of the most important in my life. There, I met many friends whom I still keep their friendship. I was six years old when I went at this female school, so all of my friends were woman. Every class, I used to go late because my parents would work the entire day every day; therefore, my grandmother after cook, she got to take me to at school. One day when I was going to my school on bus, I saw in the same bus a black long hair girl also with her grandmother and I remembered have seen her in my classroom. That day, after finishing the class, I started to talk with that girl called "Vanessa". Coincidently, after a long talking, we realized living close to each other. Therefore, I used to go her home to do homework or play chequers. Sometimes, I came home from school with Vanessa and her grandmother when my grandmother could not. Vanessa and I sang popular songs or telling jokes on the back way home. As I met Vanessa, I talked with Sara, Giuliana and Emily also. We are five – girls, so we sat together everyday that my parents talked with their parents, and if some of us were absent in the school, one of the parents called to tell them the homework of the day. They were my first
Creative Writing, "Memories Of My Childhood"
The memories of my early childhood are like scattered, partially lost pieces of a huge mosaic. I am only five, and instead of sleeping late like other kids would do, I don't want to stay in bed, don't want to miss the mystery, the beauty of the world's awakening. My older brother and cousins are up already and drag their bare feet on the wooden floor. I still can vividly picture that floor- old, caved in, coated with brown paint a thousand times, the floor in my Grandma's house.
The memories of my childhood are my Grandma. It's the smell of the bread, she baked every morning. My memories are the feelings of happiness, peace, kindness and care. It's the perception of the surrounding world through love I was given and love I was taught.
My grandmother usually got up very early. As a child I used to think that after she woke up, she was pulling the sleepyhead rooster to make him announce to the world a new day started. Grandma's morning began in the kitchen. I could hear fussy noises of knives banging on the table, rumbling pots. Everything that came from that kitchen was magically tasty and always delicious, because my Grandma used a secret recipe for everything. The secret recipe is called "Love". I remember her soft, warm hands, her smiling with rays of wrinkles in the corner of her eyes, her quiet gentle laughter and love.
We used to go to my grandma's every summer. For me, it was the best time of the year. The summer at Grandparents' meant to be away from the city, lost in the steppes and endless fields, welcomed us with its friendly people who knew streets straight and parallel, lined up with nice-looking little houses.
One summer my cousins and I decided that we were grown ups and definitely ready for something adventurous. We held our strategic meeting and decided to explore the enemy location and visit the Gypsy encampment. Every year at the end of April the Gypsies set up their camp outside the village and with accompaniment of tin whistles and tambourines presented to the locals and exotic and unknown life. Gypsies would tend grazing cattle of the inhabitants of the village. People gave some money, food and clothes to the herdsmen, but villager did not like Gypsies. People were somewhat prejudiced towards them and tried to avoid them as much as possible. Villagers were afraid of Gypsies because they did not know them. It was forbidden for kids to hang around Gypsies. Our Grandma never said a word about staying away from the tribe people; she respected our desire to make friends with them. We never got permission to do so but we did not have any rules to break, so we kids decided to go to the Gypsies encampment and...
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