Weekly Contest, "Creating Short Story Week #7".

Childhood
Childhood ..This wonderful time when you think of nothing but how to spend the day playing. A story about children who are the greatest wealth in the world. A story about how we should not forget the child in us. And to always leave some time in our hectic daily lives for what we love .. to play like a child from the heart and soul.

A child who without fear without fear expresses emotions a child who loves without worries. The child who gives all his love without expecting anything in return. He fought this little child who taught me how to live. As an example he gives me how to love. Don't hesitate to say mom I love you lie down next to me tonight. Hug me like a child and let me forget how old I am already. Let the childhood be so far away, but my love for my mother always remains so real and great. I didn't even care how I played in children's games.

Time passes quickly for a moment. You turn and the world has become great. Knowledge and your path is full of things, but it's different when you have a big shoulder to lean on your father and know how small you are in the world ... But a father, no matter how big his child is, he will always be like two. She will look at him as a child no matter how much he grows up. Childhood wealth is great and the moment is one when you turn over your shoulder and this moment has passed in which you can smell the smell of breakfast in the village at Grandma's. Something fried harmful but so valuable for the childhood in which I wake up with the roar of a rooster and smile at the caress of my grandmother so kind and so warm. She loves to sew socks for me every winter with different walks and cookies how they smelled of love and comfort between them. I don't want to forget this cinnamon scent from my childhood.

To hug my mother ... There is nothing more valuable than that. I can't hurry to grow up and I live life with joy. Every year I realize that there is nothing more valuable than childhood. To be an innocent child. To look at life and believe that one day your wings will sprout and you will be able to fly with the birds. To dream of conquering your peaks and with joy of heart to return to those two hands that have raised you with honor and love as sincere as the dew in the morning as it caresses the heavens from which it falls and irrigates the earth with that freshness of pure love ..

From an adult child...

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