I remember my childhood. It was beautiful. I wouldn't be able to tell you which year was more beautiful for me, winter, spring, summer, or autumn.
Spring was green, it smelled of flowers, there were a lot of hanging flowers and primroses. When the fruits bloomed, that irresistible smell was still in my nostrils.
The summers were hot, and the evenings so fresh. It was possible to sleep well. The most beautiful part of the summer was the school holidays. We would spend them on the rivers, bathing in clear waters, eating healthy fruits.
Autumn was not so attractive because of the fog and rain. But those beautiful yellowed leaves falling from the branches were beautiful. Then we knew that the grape and chestnut harvest season would be a little longer.
Winter ... snow, skating on frozen meadows, sledding, it was a pleasure. It would attack the snow and the surface would freeze. We would walk on it and it would not decay. In the evening our mother would make homemade quince tea or bake our whole potatoes in the oven.
Our childhood will never happen again.
Our children have their childhood, but I don't envy them at all. They have everything, expensive mobile phones, laptops, game consoles, but they don't have that childhood.
When it is winter, our children are cold and at + 10. They mostly do not have that contact with the ground because they rarely go barefoot. They wear expensive shoes as a sign of belonging to something.
What was, was, will never be again
Unfortunately...
Nothing happens like childhood I want to get back to childhood but not possible Opportunity is important in the life of all of us