Rebeca:
Eating a croissant stuffed with chocolate while watching a Santa Claus animation film every December 24th.
Rosa:
Getting out of my crib.
Eating bread with nocilla at my grandparents' house in their village.
Smelling wet land in Spring.
Going to the Helmántico stadium with my little sister holding my father's hand.
Nuria:
One of my favourite childhood memories is the first time I visited the sea with my family. My father had to drive our old Peugeot for many hours until we arrived in Santander. Such an amazing moment, I couldn’t believe it! I have to say that I was really afraid of the water, but also terribly excited about the sand and my “beach toys”, like the shovel or the rackets!
But definitely, the best moment of the journey was when we went to La Magdalena. I had never seen penguins, seals, lions, polar bears … I thought that those animals only existed in my books!
That reminds me of this photo that I attach. I was so angry! I didn’t want to leave that fantastic place!
After that, my father took me to eat one of the best ice-creams I’ve ever tasted. I can’t remember the name of the shop, but I still can feel that marvellous chocolate.
Esther:
Touching my smooth hair while sucking my thumb.
Looking at the sunset in my father's warm arms on a peaceful beach.
Sweet liquorice. Not the black one, but red.
Eva Lopez:
Touching wood, smelling sawdust and looking at my grandfather´s big hands carving amazing pieces of furniture.
Smelling boiling milk, waking up early for school.
Eating bread with cream and sugar while watching "Aplauso" on TV with my grandmother.
Encarna:
It was a scorching summer day and the dark curtains scarcely let the light into my room. I was sleeping on the sofa, just a short nap to pass the boring hours that always seemed so long to me.
Suddenly, a beautiful melody woke me up, I listened carefully and decided to go out. As I rushed down the stairs I could hear my parents whispering in a quiet voice and dancing slowly. The radio was still on ... Mrs Robinson, their favourite song, was completely unknown to me at the time.
They could not have seen me but I stood in front of them near the door while a delicious apple cake was being baked in the oven and made me feel like a princess in her gold shelter.
That unforgettable song always brings back the delightful, peaceful memories of my childhood and sometimes I still hum the tune while I try to cook a delicious cake for my family once again.
Sara Saez:
Looking at the camera as my aunt took a photo of me. I was wearing her sunglasses.
Lourdes:
Looking at the untiring, hard-working ants as they were fetching food in the garden. I would follow them and try to move them back to their nest using fine sand and little round grey pebbles.
Smelling the freshly cut grass while my father was mowing the lawn.
Smelling the wet soil on stormy summer days.
Singing old traditional songs with my parents and sisters on our way to my grandparents' village.
Sarahi:
Smelling and eating my grandma's delicious food, after a "tough" day at school.
Having a picnic (or barbecue) in a beautiful natural park with my lovely family and then playing a great baseball-soccer-volleyball match (or whatever we could).
Watching the shining, twinkling stars and the high desert mountains while listening to Eric Burdon & The Animals' song "San Franciscan night", as my dad was driving to our holiday destination.
Feeling my mom's soft scratching on my back in bed until I fell asleep.
One of the first recollections of my childhood is when I was less than three years old and I went to my great grandparents´s house. I loved to go into that old kitchen at the end of the house, with its big skylight in the center and its warm fireplace, where my great grandmother Guadalupe was waiting for me, sitting in her chair in the evening, listening to the radio while knitting or reading.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed to visit her since she would start telling me stories about her long life, with much to tell (and she had so much to recount ...) bearing in mind that she had lived through two world wars; but despite them, this great wise woman didn't seem embittered; quite the opposite (; on the contrary ...), she sounded pleased, and she often would smiled to herself when brushing up one of her many memories. Even though I´ve always been a naugthy girl, I was really quiet during those hours (stories) and would listen attentively.
But maybe the thing that I remember most is when she used to cook those delicious cookies that I would eat secretly from my mother, and that aroma which wrapped us up. I´ll never forget it!
It´s incredible but my memories are as clear as if it was happening right now.
Eleanor Rigby