My childhood True Story

Childhood is the best time in my life, I still envy the children. What was it that? Yes, even the endless interest in life. As an adult, you can reference that we just difficult because of work, lack of money, a routine, changing the same days, months, years.

And, then cry that the life is in the shuffle. But not in this case, it lost the most important thing - interest. As a child, all interesting, life seems a very long time. Even trips to not overshadow her school. I often think of myself a little ...
"I was 5 years old, I woke up one spring morning because of the noise in the kitchen. This mother accompanies his brother to school. I got out of bed, in shorts, and ran to the kitchen. Brother sitting on a chair, so important in the suit, and have a briefcase behind, he goes to the second grade, I envy him, I also want to go to school. He eats without appetite fried beef and complains, does not want to. Mom says we should eat, and then learn to be bad. I saw the Pope outside the window, he sees off the cow in the herd, I'd rather he did not yet gone beyond the yard, wear shorts "droplets" T-shirt, and ran with all haste to him. Screaming Pope - "Wait, I'm with you!" He begged a twig and I drive down the street our Zhdanko. Nearby are other ladybugs with their masters. The sun rises and beats its rays through the tall green grass. Zhdanok so much, and I listened, I was to drive a stick and run it side by side in pripryzhku. For fun, the day has just begun, but oh how much more interesting it is today. Oh, and on the grass such a large grasshoppers, such zhirnenkie, it is necessary to catch my cat Simcoe, she loves them there. I find an empty plastic bottle, grab it and run into the green groove extending close to the gardens for irrigation. Oh, here they seem invisible. Catch and run a happy home to Simcoe, so she will be pleased, what snacks I brought it, I will eat the most powerful and beautiful. I run into the yard and shouted: - "Simca! Simca! Kc-x-x! "Simca runs to meet me, meowing. Paws little white, fair-haired muzzle and back, black, painting like a penguin. Devour all my grasshoppers. I love Simka. I'm her father bought in the market for 5 rubles, it was a small, thin, some big ears sticking out and very blohasto. We took her to the chalk from fleas, rubbed it, and so they fell off her. And now she's beautiful. We also have Kuzma is our doggie, pooch, but very beautiful, it has a white color with bright red spots, I him another dog scarf made, little red. Kuzma smart dad taught his commands: "Sit", "Give me a stick," and even "Crawl" he creeps so funny, all currently in tum vyvozyukivaet dust and crawling. We still have a dog Lada, dad bought her a puppy, sold as a shepherd, and increased barmaleyka, color like a sheep dog, body like a dachshund, but thick, and there is great love. Often her dad rides when leave a bucket of milk unattended, look back, and she was hung on a bucket, their ears hanging rasplastet and varnish gulps milk.
My dad works on a large truck. One time we went to my grandmother on my father's truck, she took a bucket of raspberries. Dad put it in the back and my brother to get planted. It was so cool to ride on such a mashinische in the back, laughing and passersby have handfuls of raspberries.
At my grandmother a lot of grandchildren and she lives not far from us. My cousin brother Maxim, a year younger than me - my best friend. We come to play a grandmother, and then asked her to stay the night. When grandparents are allowed to stay for the night, we are very pleased in the evening is also very fun to play. It is going to a lot of children from households. Just may be hiding, and it will be difficult to find, and yet we're playing "Baba Yaga", which protects the golden eggs. Baba Yaga is to sleep, while others steal her eggs and then catch, those who did not have time to run to his house. Who Baba Yaga caught, she becomes one himself. Next to his grandmother's house, there are woods, as we call it. In fact, it's just not a big bumpy ploschadochka with trees. We love to run around to play, it's our children's nook. There is a large thickets of high hemp, we pull her out of it and do horses. Sit on it as a horse's tail - is its foliage, and its head is white root, it just looks like a muzzle on. Saddle up and ride on it to distillation, one faster horse. And when tired our horses we carry them to drink - a puddle. Poppy their muzzles into a puddle and says: - "Drink, horses! Puffed poor ". In the same fishing line there and a huge dump, and we love to climb there, I found there a transparent glass spoon and Maxim machine. And, once we found the music box. There's a lot of interesting things and throw out there we love to climb, and the neighbor's children, too.
Somehow, we have discovered with Maxim at the dump a whole bunch of long feathers on a turkey must. And we came up with the idea to make the wings to fly. Oh, what have we got shtukentsiya, we tied the rope feathers and fasten them to Kamyshinke as to the frame. For a long time we were busy with our wings, the evening ended. They get more. We ran boast of our invention grandparents. They were surprised, praise, they said to go fly. We went on a slope with our wings, spreading them and run down, but it never took off. A grandfather told us that we had not despair, and tried again. Then my grandfather told of our invention dad, dad laughed for a long time and said that it is impossible so to fly. And we are no longer tried.
Sometimes we and little brother's sake, but I always win, I'm older, and proud of it. And, it is with the neighborhood children, peers damn it. They are just too sister and brother, and often bullies her grandmother under the window. That namusoryat, the tree will break that grandfather planted these nasty. Therefore we fight with them. And they, when they get running around my mother complain. Mom they too nasty. I never go into great detail, which is why a fight. Always comes in and scolds us, and sometimes beats when the time to catch. Once it captures or conveys me, I grabbed my shirt and began to wag, cuss me. I'm not afraid, because the truth was on my side, for the cause of the kids got it. And, sometimes, our aunt, too, who lives on this street, coming out and standing up for us, we like it. What can this adult mummy and so their answer. Feisty still have mamashka. But when she stands near his home, the gnashing of teeth, and can not catch us, we still her middle finger show that used to burst with anger.
In my grandparents' house is very old, no, it looks good, they take care of him, but I have built, even grandfather's parents isolated piece of land and they are at the time it was built far. In the nearest neighbors, too little old house, at a time when they were given plots did not have to fence gardens fence. Even the gates of the grandmother, and they were one name, legenky, lattice. So, it turns out, when you come out on their garden, it seems so big, due to the lack of partitions in the neighboring areas, and the neighborhood also had no fences. Although he is not a small vegetable garden. What did not grow at the grandmother in the garden, and raspberries, and strawberries and tomatoes, peas and greens. We, her vnuchatki loved to graze there.
A neighbor's grandmother was not good, too grandmother, her name was Tanya, well, we are due to its controversial nature called her grandmother Tanya. Do not bring the Lord, you will see it on the site, will not find it. Well, we still wonder at the other site to climb, especially if it is without a fence. She grew up in this neighbor's cherry kolirovannaya, our grandmother, just so it was not. And it looked very appetizing cherries. My brothers, older than me and taller fast Statement nadergat ripe juicy berries, and even Maxim turned out, and I'm just one and wanted to rip when jumped this wicked grandmother are coming creak: - "Oh, so now you are caught, the thief! "she took me by the hand and led her to her grandmother, she cried hard that it spawn children as muskrat, and they climb is now in her garden, devouring everything.
In general, my childhood was fun. And this is only part of it, I can tell you about it another bunch of stories and if they like you and you do not mind reading more, please share it in the comments and I will certainly write a sequel.