At the beginning I wish everyone good health. Thank you

@strecoza to the contest curator for reminding me of my childhood memories.

We lost our childhood by accepting the rate of time. Those little toys of childhood.

Which remains in our memory. As soon as you close your eyes, the past comes in front of your eyes.

I remember playing football after school.

Friends are supposed to go home in the afternoon to play after finishing school and listen to gossip from their mother.

Sitting at school playing pens with friends.
I think of that little bicycle.

I used to walk around all day. When the bicycle chain was burnt, I would return home crying.
No matter how many days Rajin was shot in his childhood.

I remember the small times and laugh sometimes. I think everyone wants to go back to his childhood.

But we all have to accept the rate when it comes to what to do.

We used to play bicycles, marble, football, lukochuri, kanamachhi in our childhood.
But in today's society it is not.

simple
In the mechanical city, people have become mechanical.
All game dust is now tied to mobile or laptop
Please saport me,
.@steemcurator01, @steemcurator06, @booming01 , @booming03.