Some memories...

I remember that I was a child very independent... It didn't bother me to be sometimes alone even if I had lots of friends.

When I think about these times a kind of nostalgia come directly to my heart. I grown up with the same people, my friends were like my family. But then I moved country when I was 11.

My best friend was Camilo Gomez. I don't know what is life has became, what is he doing now... I knew him when I was 2 years old, he was 3. We used to look for worms in kinder-garden. He who has the bigger quantity of worms won the game. We went to the same primary school and I helped him to conquer his first girlfriend when we where 9... Everything was funny with him. But that is a long time ago. I just hope he hasn't forgotten me.

D.C.

Childhood by Zofia

I grew up in the countryside on my parents farm that used to belonged to their parents and before of that to their parents and one day will belong to me or to one of my brothers or sisters.

I particularly loved the summer time, waking up early morning and play in tag with my brothers on slippery grass wet with dew.

Breakfast with milk so fresh that ** still warm and the homemade bread, baked by my grandfather, which profume was irresistible.

We used to have a lot of animals there but my and my brothers favorite were rabbits, that's why everyday we went to field in search of dendalion, rabbit's favorite herb and came back with bounches of wild flowers for our mother.

Some time, on those, we called them 'special days' we had 'expeditions' to the forest with my parents or grandfather to pick up blueberries or mushrooms, depends on the season, though we prefered bluberries as after eating them we could compaire whos tongue was the blackest one and the winner took the blueberries picked up by the looser.

I remeber going back home from the forest on the late afternoon, accrossing the river which water was impeccably clear and looking at the big red sun setting behind the horizon.

We, children, were never tired so in the night instead of sleepping we prefered to compete in 'who would count more stars' and usually we fallen asleep doing that on the soft, still sented of grass hay.

Childhood Memory

When I was a child, I used to be addicted to the Barbie’s world. I would play all the day with them if I hadn’t school time. I never played with baby dolls, all I wanted was HER. Once, one of my grandparents’ friends built me a special Villa for my collection. I was in heaven, really. But after that my cousin stucked his head in the tiny front door, screaming for help, I never seen it as before. What an idea to try to enter his head in my Barbie’s Villa !! I finally sold Barbie, Stacy, Mitchelle and all the other one on markets. However, I still have the huge Villa in my garage (too many memories to sell it).

B.B

Frustration by Joao Pedro Pierog

Christmas time is always good fun for a kid, speacially when it is time to open the gifts by the tree. I remember clearly one christmas in special, in 1997.
A couple of weeks before the great night, my dad came to me and asked me what i wanted from the Santa Claus. By that time my cousing just had got a remote control Ferarri. So, of course, I wanted one as well.
At the chrismas evening, I could not stop thinking about the Ferarri, brand new, waiting for me to play with it all night if possible. When finally my dad called my name, holding this big box wraped in a beautiful blue gift paper, I just smiled and runned to him.
I think it was a matter f 10 second and the box already was open. And yes, it was the beautiful Ferarri that i **** asked for. Jumping around of happiness, i thanked my parents and went straight outside to play with my new toy. The car on the floor, remote control in hands, ready. Set. GO! And nothing happenned. The car did not move even one centimetre. I tried a couple more times, but nothing again.
As expected, i ran to my father crying, complaining that the car was not working. Of course, the guy on the shop forgot to put the batteries on the car. How could i possibly find any open shop selling batteries at christmas evening? So I just turned "old school" and pulled my Ferarri with a cord until it fell on the pool.

Moments of my childhood. By Roman G.

When I was a child, I used to be friends with one girl. I've not still explained to myself what forces tied us with each other? First of all, we were born in the same maternity hospital in the same day, then we were living in the same house on the same floor, we had been going to the same nursery and were pupils of the same school and class. But then our ways had parted: now she has a family and baby, and I've my own life.

Sometimes I feel nostalgic for our friendship, but we always say Happy Birthday to each other one day, 21 of October within 30 years.

childhood ; Antonin Verhaegen

When I was a child , I used to play football in a local team . I thought I was quite good and I wanted to go on with the team , but after a while I understood finally why I was always the last chosen or why I wasn't often given the ball , they didn't like me at all . When I say they that's even the coach , I was like the "black sheep " of the group . I would have become maybe a great player if they had accepted me like anyone else . I've never understood that but I think now I changed and I can forget it forever .

Antonin Verhaegen

Part of my Childhood by Camilo Giraldo.......

When I was a child I used to fish with my family every weekend in a big lake about 2 hours from our home.We wouldn´t continue fishing because the place got dangerous for the political situation in my country. Then we started to going to our farm, there I used to ride my horse and play with my dog. Later I wouldn´t go there because I meet new friends in my highschool and I preferred spend my time with them than in the farm.