When I was little, we lived in a village on the outskirts of Kyiv. At that time, our small house, decorated with Christmas lights, was surrounded only by a small wooden fence, and then there were the same dilapidated houses, and behind them endless forests. At least that's what I thought when I was little 😊

The smell of coal and firewood mixed with frosty December air and the screams of children always accompanied such days. Our one-story school with two classes of 15 children each, old and wise teachers, snowmen on the streets, sled tracks, and snowball fights, all this clearly came to mind when I was walking home...

God. how long ago was it, as if some other universe suddenly covered me and my consciousness, mmmmmm

I remember how my father, returning home from work, called me. I joyfully ran out of my room and ran into his arms. The snow that had not yet melted on his collar didn’t bother me at all and I just threw myself into his arms shouting: “Daddy has come, Daddy is home, yay!!”

He, in turn, always brought me sweets! Candies, oranges. apples, chocolate and soft toys...
I miss this time so much...
Tell me, dear men, have you ever had something like this, when memories from childhood just overwhelm you???
Inna