I got asked from a friend at http://www.ninakova.eu/ to write on a topic that’s been circling the net with the mission to raise awareness for a good cause so here I am doing it with pleasure.
Before I share what my best childhood memory is I would like to shortly mention what the cause is. The immediate reason for this blog chain is a great initiative – the SOS Balkan bicycle tour 2014 carried out by two young people – emissaries of the SOS Children’s villages Bulgaria that are touring on their bikes all the Balkan SOS homes showing that dreams do come true and bringing hope to all the children at the villages. For those who don’t know, the SOS Children’s villages take care of orphans and kids whose parents can’t take care of them. I really like the idea of the initiative and admire the two young people’s courage and will to be creators of positive change. Moreover, I am myself rediscovering bicycling right now so this was right on the spot of what I am interested in. I am afraid the link to the event is only in Bulgarian but you can read more about the organization SOS Children’s villages here and find out how you could help if you are interested in what they do.
Now, to get to the request of the blog chain - my best childhood memory. I can’t separate a single moment that I can say is the one but a sequence of happy times at a particular place. Every summer when I was little I used to spend a month or so at my grandparents’ (my mom’s parents’) house in the countryside. It was a month or so of long sunny days filled with adventures, new discoveries, freedom and unforgettable memories. I was almost all the time together with my younger brother and our distant relatives, exploring every corner and interesting place in the village, trying out any new games and activities we could think of, from fishing and building houses from branches and leaves to racing down the hill with our own hand-made carts or starting epic plum fights. We were often out in the village all day with just a short stop at somebody’s house to eat a quick lunch before we continued our play. I remember fondly the countless sunsets we saw from the field on the top of the hill where we used to sit on big tree trunks tired in the evenings, the exciting trips and sleepovers at my relatives’ other grandparents that lived in the far end of the village and always had something interesting for us, my own grandparents’ house and garden that revealed surprises and treasures to us every day. If I could choose a time that I could go back to in the past it would certainly be those summer times I felt so happy.
Now that I have thought on the topic of childhood memories, I realize how important they are for a person and how much a happy childhood memory can tell about someone. I feel so sad for people who have very few of those and I wish it was possible for everyone to have a carefree and exciting early years. The world would surely be a much better place then.
Now I go and ask my friends about their happy childhood memories. :) Feel free to share or continue the blog chain. It’s for a good cause! :)