The smeel of the cow's milk

 

Lately i have often remembered my childhood. I always talk to my friends or family, remembering times gone. I talk about fun situations or family trips that I would like to repeat.

The food is my best memory of my childhood, because it transports me to the south, to the river Calle Calle, when we used to prepare a fire on cold nights and share a roasted fish.

I remember that I was 10 or 11 years old, my parents and uncles were younger. In general the atmosphere was very entertaining and carefree.

I remember that in that river i learned to swim, because it was quiet but sometimes it was very dangerous because of currents. My grandmother was the best swimmier in the family, she had the perfect tecnic for floating.

I also remember our walks in the hills and especially the smell of cow's milk.  Every morning my grandmother would prepare breakfast for us, to start with a lot of energy.

In conclusion, i believe that my childhood had the best of my life and i remember it with much nostalgia.