Every door in the house was fitted with wobbly crystal doorknobs. My brother and I would sleep in the small bedroom off the kitchen—the very room our mom shared with her own brother growing up in the north side of Chicago.
I can picture myself reaching way down into Grandma’s frost-filled chest freezer for the ever-present box of Eskimo Pies.
Walking over delicate wooden bridges across the streams and singing songs of joy, we reached our picnic point.
For some time, we enjoyed eating oranges bought from the gardeners around.
We sat in the sun on a grassy plot for an hour or so talking amid joking with each other.
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Suddenly.clouds appeared in the sky and a cold wind began blowing. As we were walking back to our city through the beautiful valley, it started raining.
As walked faster, the rain got more intense (stronger). We paid some money to the beggar, and, in fact, left him all that we had-eatables, wallets, purses. It häs taught me the value of courage in the face of the greatest danger.
Along with the rain came hail(frozen raindrops), And now the rain had developed into a less severe hailstorm. Perhaps more than this, the picture of Chacha’s unforgettable personality is part of our minds for all time to come.
If the three-year-old kid can easily tell you about his birth, his first impressions and the color of his mother’s hair, which she had a couple of years ago, he won’t be able to do this at the age of 6.
By the age of 8 children remember just 35% of the events, which happened to them earlier and the bigger they become, the worse memory they have.