My earliest memories (part 2)

Rebeca:

Eating a croissant stuffed with chocolate while watching a Santa Claus animation film every December 24th.

Staring at my brother's room's locked door while sitting until he ended studying - which could last for hours and hours.

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:

Smelling the dish that was being cooked while I was playing with my Pin & Pon.

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.