Childhood is the time when your parents did everything for you and you stayed out all day long with your friends, playing and if you keep your childhood with you, you will never grow old.
For this week's post topic I have chosen Childhood Accidents.
Thanks @galenkp, for this weekend's topic, I am very happy to have the opportunity to show my childhood moments.
For today I have chosen to share with you memories of my childhood, but not just any memories but the ones where I used to do silly things, I hope something nice comes out.
But before I tell you about my childhood actions, I must tell you what comes to my mind about childhood in general.
I think it is the time in my life that I will remember and tell about to anyone who will listen or read my post, except that what was no one can take away even the passing years or new memories.
Childhood is a magical land. We don't know when and where it begins and we don't know when and where it ends. We only wake up that we are only children, that we have emerged from childhood, sometimes without having fully lived it.
Childhood is an enchanted, sweet, gentle, peaceful world where anything can happen. It is the age when we are closest to God and all the mysteries of existence. We can meet the seven-headed dragon at any time, we can be wizards, heroes from movies or comics, we can visit with our mind's eye any place in the world and firmly believe that we have really been there.
Childhood is the only time in life when we experience everything to the fullest. When we cry and laugh in the same day, when we get angry and forgive after a few moments, when we are alone and at the same time with everyone.
Then, as the years go by, as we mature, the craziness and exuberance of childhood disappears. We become more serious, we smile less, we no longer enjoy anything offered to us, we have tastes, pretensions.
We no longer believe in magic, we no longer believe in Santa Claus and his bag full of toys, we no longer believe that Mom and Dad are the most extraordinary parents in the world.
After all the introduction I've chosen to make I'm only now going to start to tell you what silly things I used to do as a child.
I have lived all my life at home, or at the yard as they say in other areas, I had grandparents in the country, parents who lived in the country. So I've always been in an accident-prone environment.
Let's not forget that I was a rebellious child, always on the move, always in action, always running, jumping, climbing. I'll just list the starch that left visible results.
When I was a kid our street was not paved. Coming back to our subject, in summer days we used to play football with the boys in the street from morning till evening, this really annoyed my neighbours because you can imagine when a football team would get together how noisy it was.
I loved those football games in the street but also because of them every day I had to go to a man in the village to put glass in my windows.
In front of my neighbour's house there were fruit trees planted (plum trees), between those plum trees we used to say it was the gate and we used to shoot at the gate with a football all day long until we were so tired that we didn't even need food.
I'll leave you a picture of my neighbor's house that unfortunately passed away a few years ago and the new owner of the house chose to demolish it.
A lot of times when I was shooting at the goal, I would also hit the windows of my neighbor's house, and you can imagine that the ball would make the windows break and most of the time I was the one breaking them, and when my parents saw me, they already had the money ready because they knew I would go and put the windows in.
Putting glass in the neighbor's windows went on for quite some time, here I can say I was lucky because my neighbor never got mad at us.
Oh my goodness, what memories …..
When does childhood begin and end? We don't know.
We should at least remain children forever in our hearts.
Thank you for taking the time to read the contents of today's post, all images and text are my own.
Yours @triplug!