My childhood

Last night I couldn’t sleep and I started watching a TV programme that I love called friends so I thought about my friends, were they asleep? Is anyone of them awake like me? I remembered funny experiences I had with them, I started watching the photographs that I have in my walls and remembered that excellent times and how wonderful is that they can be captured in a single picture! and when I see them I fell excited, I feel really happy, exactly the same feeling that I had at that time, it’s like rebuilding that moment! I love photographs they have like a magic power for me, some of them make me laugh, others put me down, but all of them have a special significance for me …I payed special attention to one of my favourite photographs, there I was with my mum and my grandmother and it made me remind my childhood.
I have two brothers that are older than me so I was a bit spoilt, well I am still like that but not in an exaggerate way. I am the only granddaughter of one of my grandmas, all my cousins are boys… so I have a very closed and special relation with her! Since I have memory one of the best plans was going to her house, it’s like an other world far away from problems and difficulties. That’s why nowadays when I have a problem I go to her house and get distract, take my time to think and reflect, and feel relief. When I was more or less four of five years old I enjoyed so much going to her house that I stayed three days or more and when my mother and father went to pick me up, I let them in, closed the door and hided the key, I wanted to stay with them there forever but at the end my mother had to carry me to the car and I complained all the way back home!
My grandmother did for me things that anyone would do… she always had a different plan for me: we went to the park, had ice-creams, went downtown, bought toys, and cooked. When we went to the grocery to buy vegetables for dinner I had the same bag as her but a little one and I picked up freely all I wanted and then cooked for my grandfather. When he arrived back from work he had to eat all that horrible uncooked food that I had prepared, saying it was delicious!
One day, it was march and I told my grandmother that I wanted to go to the beach again, to make sand castles. Minutes later, she went to a construction of a building and asked for a bit of sand so we stayed all day making castles so I was very excited! I miss being a child! When everything was funny and easy and people as my mother, father or grandma stayed near me to do what made me happy! Everything was so simple!