REMEMBERING IS LIVING
Dear Hivers, it is a pleasure to greet you and share my thoughts with the following question:
What do you miss about being a child and why?
Sitting in my armchair, thousands of memories of my childhood come to mind, which in itself marks us, because we do not forget either the good or the bad around us in any of the early stages.
As the youngest child in the family at that time, I was spoiled with affection, hugs, and an upbringing full of respect, empathy, and transparency. I grew up appreciating even the smallest things, from a simple pencil to the latest fashion trends, as they say, thanks to my parents' many sacrifices.
I remember that I was a crybaby because I didn't want to leave my parents (a natural reaction for any child). They were very devoted to me, surrounded by blood relatives such as uncles and cousins who taught me thousands of adventures. I regret that some of those relatives who were part of my history are no longer with me, and it breaks my heart that I can't hug them again.
From those unforgettable experiences, I fell in love with drawing, art, creating, and ingenuity, since most of my family are engineers and architects, so it was unusual not to follow the pattern.
From a very young age, I joined the children's foundation, acquiring and deepening my taste for art. I loved the process of combining art with sport, swimming strengthening my body and acquiring skills that transcend.
Childhood is the best stage of life, where we do not see danger and we challenge death by jumping from heights on skateboards, roller skates, scooters, and so on.
It is the stage where we want to grow up and help our parents, projecting what we imagine we will be, such as a teacher, doctor, artist, firefighter, engineer, or thousands of other professions at once, depending on our surroundings.
I miss that so much, the complete tranquillity, just eating and sleeping, fulfilling the days of childhood in academic and home education, combined with the appropriate recreation.
The family environment is crucial in childhood. The art of living is to turn the page without losing your roots.
I used Canva with the elements available in its free version and the Deepl translator, as my language is Spanish.
See you another time. Blessings upon you. Have a prosperous week.
You are so cute Sis. thanks for sharing your old photographs