I remember how my dad and I ran barefoot in the snow, jumped into puddles, walked in the rain and played constantly. It was a really great time. I saw happiness in every little thing. Then, in order to make friends with someone, it was enough just to say: "Hello" or start playing together. Children are very different from adults, and now I don't mean experience or age. I'm talking about the fact that at a young age we are more naive, generous, sincere and do not know how to be hypocritical at all.

Our future depends on the upbringing of our parents. The basics that we are taught from an early age remain with us forever. However, they manifest themselves in different ways for everyone. It soon becomes clear whether the parents paid enough attention to their children.
I remember my childhood and my smile widens.

My most vivid memory is our family traditions. For all holidays, be it birthdays, New Years, Christmas, Easter and others, many relatives and friends always gathered in our house. My dad and I always helped my mother prepare delicious meals.

I also often went out with friends after school. We played footbal. We practiced on horizontal bars. Once I unsuccessfully got off the horizontal bar and broke my arm. Parents were scared in earnest. We quickly went to the hospital, and soon I had an operation.

Remembering moments from the past is my favorite pastime. It's so great to revive in memory what was not so long ago. I am glad that my parents did not allow me to use various gadgets and I was able to grow up in the most natural conditions. It seems to me that spending time on the street is much better than phones, computers and tablets.