Vicky's stories

2.Memories never desappear❤

I remember a summer.
When i was a child,me and my family went to the sea in a little village where my father was born.
There,once a year there's a typical festival where people go on mountain for eat and drink together.
I was with my family and,after lunch,me,my brother and others childrens went to hunting for tadpoles. I had a very large t-shirt (it arrived me to the ankle!!) So it was difficult for me walk to keep the walk of the others.
I tried to run or jump like my brother or my cousins did between the washed rocks of the stream,but at the least i stumbed and i felt into the stream.
When my mum saw me completly washed,the only thing she did was go to my father and took the keys of car for take a change for me.
I don't remember more than this,but i remember that i was happy,like my family and for me this is the most important thing.🌹