Easter has just begun in Ukraine. And I was with my parents. We spent this weekend together. They baked Easter cakes, painted eggs. I think this is how millions of Ukrainians spend their weekend.
Unfortunately, time flies so quickly, especially when I have not been with my parents for a long time. I really like their relationship to each other. This time, when I was visiting them, we took out an old photo book and looked at the photos. At that moment, I saw how with great trepidation my parents felt about the time when they were my age. How they spent time together and raised me.
From these photos you can remember many funny stories with me:
How I ran naked down the street, and my mom was behind me with a towel. Lol)
How I attacked a whole hive of bees that my grandfather bred.
Once I even ate a beetle))) lol)
And all this is in the photo. Now these are pleasant and warm memories. You look at the photo and you have warm thoughts in your soul)
And you have memories that you keep in the depths of yourself. But when you look at old photos, it's like a wave with warm tingling sensations covers you and you plunge into warm memories)