A journey to childhood
story-mentor·@mu1stu·
0.000 HBDA journey to childhood
>First of all i want to say that i used the tag #story-mentor because i think is a great oportunity to express myself in my little story about childhood. Thanks to @michelle.gent for creating this amazing group where every story must be writen. *** <center></center> Today being weekend, looking out the window I noticed that the weather outside was beautiful and the sun was shining in the sky again, I decided to go on a visit to the village where I grew up. The village of my childhood is a small one with a population of about 1000 inhabitants and is located in the west side of the Romanian country at 80 km from Timisoara city. This beautiful village dates from 1893 and is inhabited mostly by Hungarian citizens. *** Arrived in the village, the first visit was to the grandparents' house. Everything was so changed, but still the same. The house was abandoned and the yard was dirty and weedy. My grandparents sold this house 10 years ago when they moved to the city and now no one lives here anymore. Arriving near the house, I was nostalgic, and all my memories came to my mind. In this simple house I spent more than 14 years, here I have the most beautiful memories and I can`t wait to tell my children and grandchildren about time spent here. <center></center> <center></center> I stayed there and it seemed to me that I feel the smell of the food that my grandmother loved to do for her grandchildrens. I wish i could see my grandfather waiting for me in the house door with the smile on his lips telling me that we are gonna go in an imaginary adventure. It did not happen, he was not there ,all I found was just two puppies that barked in the back yard. Sadly ,my grandparents are gone, they are now in heaven and probably now they look at me from above and see that I come back to their gate. I have a lot to tell you about ,but the tears from my eyes are stopping m. I slowly pull away from my house and walk with quick steps to the school I learned. I walked on the same way that I used to walk when I was to kindergarten and school. <center></center> Along the way, I get to the Red Bridge, a bridge that frightend me every time I have crossed it. I stop and smile deeply. When I was younger, the bigger boys told me that there was a murder on that bridge, and the blood of the person killed was scattered across the bridge and that's why it is called the Red Bridge. The legend also said that childrens that are crossing the bridge slowly, will be caught from behind by the killer. Always when I passed the bridge, I was running away without looking behind. Now I'm confident and courageous knowing that it was just a legend. <center></center> <center></center> Finally, I arrived to primary school. Now is a completely renovated building, it does not look the same as before. Here in this building I learned, here I made friends for life, and here I fell in love for the first time. Behind the building is a football field, in my time I played soccer on the grass without shoes and the gates were made from wood. Always the bigger boys put me in the gate (or just the boy that bringed the balls back). In this yard I took the first fight and not from my mother, I was a bad boy and I always hang on to someone ,probably because of that, after leaving school I was crying all the way home. I miss the yard ,children laughs, classmates and even teachers. <center></center> Charged with memories, I went with an old friend to drink a coffee where we spoked about how beautiful our childhood was and how quickly it passed. After I drank my coffee, we went for a walk on the streets of the village that were unchanged. At every corner of the street one old man greets us friendly and the children enjoy the beautiful snow that set over the village. <center></center> <center></center> <center></center> Towards the evening I arrived home, I looked at my child and I thinked that I wish him to have a childhood just as beautiful as mine. And I promise to myself that I will do my best for him to have the most beautiful childhood and have many memories to tell to his childrdens too ,in the future. How fast the years of my childhood go, how much I would like to be a child again...to have no worries about anything and enjoy every moment of my life. I'm always glad when I see kids playing outside, when I see dirty kids on clothes playing soccer in the middle of the field. This childhood is fast passing, so you should encourage children to get out of their homes and enjoy everything that surrounds them. Childhood has been and will always remain the realm of all dreams and discoveries. *** >I hope you have retrieved in my words and that now you think about how beautiful your years of childhood were. *** I m sure that I have some text mistakes, but let s put the blame on emotions. *Photos and text are 100% original content by me, [Gabriel](https://steemit.com/@mu1stu).*
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