Friday, May 17, 2019
My Childhood Memories Essay
Its considered that childhood memory is peculiar(prenominal) for all(prenominal)body because its very personal. I cant imagine my childhood without prompting the sentence that Ive played out at our summer cottage. I can even say that its the most precious time in my life. Its situated in half an hour from city by the most pleasing sea that Ive 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 theyve lost and arent able to get tail end for going through it again.I still clearly ring us, me, my aunt and my granny, going there every summer for a holiday. And with every unseasoned word that I write into this essay I remind new shots from that what weve 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 flummox came to visit me every weekends and I used to show her everything new Ive found around ther e. But there is a thing which about I go out regret all the rest of my life. It is the time that Ive spent with my aunt.If I only could Id give everything to return these days even though for couple hours. Everything we did we did together, everything I had to share I shared out 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 weve 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 woodland of the world wont be enough for me to describe all the good things we had because of they all were such(prenominal) a people and it was such a place that I even cant remember anything bad. I was 12 when my parents sold the cottage. I believe my childhood ended that day.
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