Childhood home

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Childhood home

Childhood is said to be the best part of life because there is no burden of responsibility.
And also, childhood is a period of time that can make me sentimental and nostalgic every single minute when I go back and think about each moment I had. In my memories, there is a place that can even be shown in real life and that place is also called the meaning of life, my childhood home.
Back in my childhood, my tiny home was full of warmth, memories and comfort. My childhood home does not look like just a normal house, it is exactly like a heaven even though the house is kind of small and ancient. I lived with my grandparents who were very sweet and careful to me. My grandma planted organic trees and vegetables around the house. It was so delightful and peaceful to live under the tree's shadow.
My parents weren't home when I was young. They worked in another city and they came back home once a month. So, mostly I had an attachment for my grandparents especially to my grandpa. He gave me pocket money a lot even though it's a small amount he granted me countless times. Not even that, he also read me bedtime stories nearly every night. My grandma was kind of strict in discipline and she never let me eat street food and snacks since I was allergic to that food. As I am the only grandchild of my grandparents, they care for me like a princess. Living with them was a gift for me. When I had to take elementary school, I moved to my parent's city and my parents also settled in that city. I vividly remember that day I left my childhood home. I did not want to move in and leave my grandparents alone. My parents called them to move in with us but they did not accept and they said that was their hometown so they did not desire to leave by abandoning that place. Therefore, just my parents and I moved into another town. I wrote the letter to my grandparents since I left but now that they passed away they just exist in my memories.
Throughout the years, although the people and the house disappear, the moments that
I got are still left in my heart and I am sure that I would never forget a single moment. I might be having another home that I love, but I do not think they would give me the unbelievable expression that I got from my childhood home.

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