These memories are of pure bliss and are taken from the only period in your life in which you are free.I grew up in portrush in a small house in Brooklyn place but as my grand parents got older we moved closer to them in fact just up the road.No matter how hard we looked we could never find the treasure.
I would return after school to watch television and chill-out.
I loved it there, so as you can guess when the summer came I was incredibly excited.
The summer is every Childs euphoria two whole months of freedom, fun and of course if you live in portrush sun and sand, well maybe not so much sun as sand.
On the warm summer July mornings I would walk down the road to my grandparents house and would be greeted by the smell of warm toast and the aroma of a cup of warm tea. ” we would all scream in desperation not to miss a minute of are favourite shows. My granddad was a lovely man but not the sort you would want to wake in the morning as he would venture downstairs to tell us of and then proceed to behave fecetiously.
Whereas my older cousin and me would always fight, this usually ending up with me smacking him in the face and starting what seemed like world war three to us.
This ultimately would end in one of use getting hit with a flying marble or getting stabbed with a pen. I have many particular childhood memories but some are really particular to me. I used to compose verse forms when I was 11 old ages old. Nature was my resort area and nature was my plaything. They never shout and scream always listen and they will always love you like there own children, this is a love that is unconditional.From I was a child my parents worked long hours and my granny was always there to support them.Wouldn’t you give anything to be innocent and uncorrupted by societies “views” and “stereotypes” again?The innocence of being young is something we do not appreciate until you are faced with deadlines and responsibilities of growing up.After breakfast the television would be turned on and my granny would go out and do a couple of hours work for an old butcher who lived up the street. Waking him would also mean sacrificing the television not something any of us wanted to do.From we were young my younger cousin Louise and I built up and especially close friendship we were always there for each other.Every day my dad would go to work and leave me at my grannies on the way.There I would eat my breakfast and prepare to go to school with my two cousins.