Memories of my childhood. Since I was ten months to seven years I was in childhood school, day and night. I always cry. I had a teacher who loved me so much, but I cry for my parents. My mom and dad worked so much, they had to work shifts and could not take care of me. I waited feo them. The best thihg is when my father came to get me and we went to eat ice cream and play at the public garden. I was content and happy. In the autumn, we played with the leaves of the trees, dad took me on his shoulders and I could get to the top and I take the leaves I wanted. After we went to the river to feed the ducks and we went back home where dad read me books and I could draw things about them. But I had to get back to school and wait, wait, wait... But I knew that my dad would come back again and I wuld be happy again!