We are all listening to the elderly people in the face of the elderly people who are in the bed of dawn, swinging in the lap of mom and mother lying in bed. Various stories and funny memories surround this childhood time.
Those who grow up in the villages, the memory of being bigger around this rock is more sweet. The ropes on the high branches of the tree were tightly bound and attached to the bottom part of the hard wood or wood-made pebble. In other states, children took themselves to eat swirling. So that he could touch the clouds. Never again sweet air touches the leaves again.
The dust beneath the feet would fly and with his touch touched his feet. Another companion could have stayed with her in the swing. And it was a little bit scratched in the back.
