I remember that in childhood the most
remarkable place for me was one park, which was close to my previous home. I
don’t remember it in details, but I will try to tell you about this place
I was near 5 years old, and just opposite
to my windows was quite a big park. Park was situated in ravine, and there was
a plenty of trees. It was my favorite place to spend time in, although it was
rather ugly. There was a pond in the middle of the park, but the water in it
smells so terrible that it was not wise to go down to the water. I always spend
time before afternoon there, when this park was full of different sounds, birds’
singing, and children crying, so I can’t say that it was calm and quiet. It was
a kind of sacrificed place for me and my peers, I bet just because it was
spacious and we can play wherever we want. Moreover, my mum hated this place,
and we had a walk there not as frequently as I want.
I have no idea why it is special for me,
but it was my first thought, when I read a theme of a blog. Now I go to this
park very seldom, but every time I go, pictures from my childhood strike me.
The sounds of the park remind me of the little park near my apartment building in Moscow. It also sounds a little like the park near my childhood home. It wasn't really a park, just a big grassy area with trees and a creek that ran through it. My friends and I would play in the creek all summer, and in the winter it was a great place for sledding.
ОтветитьУдалитьI often remember my Mom's town. I don't know why it happens, but probably its place is really spesial for me
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