On a hot summer day, the linden tree in front of the house was spreading a rich flavor of the sun, cherry, strawberries and grapes in the wind. The dogs were barking incessantly, they knew that we had arrived. As soon as we entered the yard, my grandmother welcomed us with warm hugs and kisses, while my grandfather was waiting humbly for his turn… That's the picture I saw every single Saturday of my life. That's how I will describe my childhood, and that's how I want my future kids to describe their childhood someday.
For me, Saturday's had a more spiritual and holy meaning than any other Sunday could ever have. I vaguely remember my grandfather-Vladimir-the person who evokes in me so many memories and so many smiles...One that I remember, …show more content…
Once I grew up I found out that he, a former sailor, wandered every sea and oceans until he reached the Chinese shores. From then on, I enjoyed his stories and even though I was older I loved listening and telling them. I was six during the time he was “trying my mind”, and asking me about the …show more content…
He even gave me homework, can you imagine that? My own grandfather! I had to memorize twenty capitals each week, and when I say that, I mean, twenty...capitals...each...week! But, I wasn't complaining too much, because I got a good reward which was candy and money! It’s all a child can ask for. The truth is, my mom was always taking my money because she knew I would've spend them on more candy. After that I was always wanting to learn more and I was always looking for new sources of knowledge including candy. When I was 10 he fascinated me with more stories from the hunger times. He taught me to be humble and to appreciate everything that I have. At the same age of 10 he introduced me to the lecture, that I fell in love rapidly. Starting with Dabija, Rebreanu, and Petrescu finishing off with Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, and Chekhov. I read them all. When it was his 85th birthday I gave him flowers and he then said, “You know, nobody gave me flowers before.” One thing that I always knew was that he loved me. He loved to spoil me and watch how I was growing up and becoming taller than him. Though, every grandparent has its “favorite” grandchild and I knew that deep down in his soul, my grandfather
For me, Saturday's had a more spiritual and holy meaning than any other Sunday could ever have. I vaguely remember my grandfather-Vladimir-the person who evokes in me so many memories and so many smiles...One that I remember, …show more content…
Once I grew up I found out that he, a former sailor, wandered every sea and oceans until he reached the Chinese shores. From then on, I enjoyed his stories and even though I was older I loved listening and telling them. I was six during the time he was “trying my mind”, and asking me about the …show more content…
He even gave me homework, can you imagine that? My own grandfather! I had to memorize twenty capitals each week, and when I say that, I mean, twenty...capitals...each...week! But, I wasn't complaining too much, because I got a good reward which was candy and money! It’s all a child can ask for. The truth is, my mom was always taking my money because she knew I would've spend them on more candy. After that I was always wanting to learn more and I was always looking for new sources of knowledge including candy. When I was 10 he fascinated me with more stories from the hunger times. He taught me to be humble and to appreciate everything that I have. At the same age of 10 he introduced me to the lecture, that I fell in love rapidly. Starting with Dabija, Rebreanu, and Petrescu finishing off with Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, and Chekhov. I read them all. When it was his 85th birthday I gave him flowers and he then said, “You know, nobody gave me flowers before.” One thing that I always knew was that he loved me. He loved to spoil me and watch how I was growing up and becoming taller than him. Though, every grandparent has its “favorite” grandchild and I knew that deep down in his soul, my grandfather