The childhood of my life

in #story-mentor7 years ago

Today being a tranquil day of spring and having a day off I thought about writing some details about, not very happy childhood. Born on a sunny day of autumn October 18, 1982, less than 30 km from the capital, "Bucharest",in one poor family of peasants. The first years of my life it was beautiful and I did not feel the poverty that was around me.

I was swimming with children at bathing,playing the childhood games of that periods that were very different from the technological games of today.At the age of 6 I was taken care of my grandmother who taught me a lot about life and what I should do to be happy.

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At the age of seven I started school, something new to me but, I stepped on her hallways with hope. In the first 4 years I learned a lot of things unknown to myself and I was fascinated by the beauty of the places outside this small village where I was living.scoala (4).png

After the 4 years that did not mean enormous work for me, I really enjoyed discovering new things every day,I was declared the best student of this school during the 1st-4th grade

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As we all know, moving into the 5th grade is another stage both educational, and of childhood. After this age we begin to know what we want from life, we get less childhood and try to learn more new things.It was and for me I met new children from other villages, other characters, other teachers, other subjects but I got used quickly.These years have been more valuable to me, I have gained more knowledge and I was much better prepared for the cruel life I would have known a little later. The classroom age of 1-8 was reached the last year when I became Olympic on the country to history a maters that I loved but not more than all the other.Again I was declared the best student of the school during the 5-8th grade, but now I was not just the village where I was born, I was a community, a population of about 150 pupils.

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Although I had these good results I say the following period was not as happy for me and that because of the fact that I was not born in a family to believe in the value of the school have not we had the opportunity to experience what I wanted.With the hope that nowadays there will be no such situations and everyone will have a chance to learn. I conclude this little story of my story and I wish you a life full of accomplishments. With love Ionut Ciobanu.

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Nepotica mea iubita seamănă cu tăcsu cand era mic....te iubesc Alexandra

Ya happy familly and cute baby..

thank you very much

great friends a post memory first, good luck forward.

thank you for reading

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The photographs are priceless.
I love learning of other childhoods in other countries.
This is a story I enjoyed.

Thank you for sharing your story. What did you end up doing for work? You obviously have a sharp mind and love of learning, which I hope have helped you make the best of difficult times.

În prima poza este nepotica mea de 2 ani in curte la părinți mei dădea mâncare la puisori

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