Here is my village: Here is my home ... Today i drove through the village where you can say my childhood passed, and you know what I'll tell you, there were wonderful stolgic memories, pleasant feelings of something dear, close, warm and seeing that the village is surrounded by mountains and hills, I now understand why I fell in love with the mountains. The house in which they lived has become completely different, and there is not a trace of the former house, but the place itself still keeps moments of childhood. I reached the spring to draw water, but it dried up. Not when I had no idea and didn’t think that the village was so beautiful, as if I had previously perceived it with the eyes of a child, who then captured it in some other way, but now everything is different © CryptoGuru
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It's amazing, isn't it? I can totally relate to the feelings. I've been to some counties and seen some truely mesmerising scenes. But the village where you spent your childhood has a different dearness
You said absolutely right. Everyone always remember the place where he/she spent childhood.