Childhood is a wonderful time. Almost every day we learn to do something new and make some discoveries. As we grow, we go through experiences that leave us with memories. I would like to tell about my first trip to the seaside.
I was four years old at that time and I remember how my dad came home from work and told me we were going to the seaside. I was so excited to learn the news! I helped mum and dad to pack our things and then we took a train. During the journey on the train I was looking out of the window. It was so interesting that I refused to have tea with my parents, but then I got hungry and after supper I fell asleep. When mummy woke me up, we had arrived at our destination. I remember little about how we got to our hotel room but I do remember how we came to the beach. It was a bit crowded and noisy there. Some children were screaming with laughter as they were splashing in the sea, a few adults were playing volleyball shouting something... Then daddy picked me up and put me on his shoulders and ran straight into the sea. At that moment I was the happiest child in the world!
I have been to the seaside a few more times but my best "seaside trip" memory is associated with the first trip.
My Childhood Memories
Childhood is a wonderful time. Almost every day we learn to do something new and make some discoveries. As we grow, we go through experiences that leave us with memories. I would like to tell about my first trip to the seaside.
I was four years old at that time and I remember how my dad came home from work and told me we were going to the seaside. I was so excited to learn the news! I helped mum and dad to pack our things and then we took a train. During the journey on the train I was looking out of the window. It was so interesting that I refused to have tea with my parents, but then I got hungry and after supper I fell asleep. When mummy woke me up, we had arrived at our destination. I remember little about how we got to our hotel room but I do remember how we came to the beach. It was a bit crowded and noisy there. Some children were screaming with laughter as they were splashing in the sea, a few adults were playing volleyball shouting something... Then daddy picked me up and put me on his shoulders and ran straight into the sea. At that moment I was the happiest child in the world!
I have been to the seaside a few more times but my best "seaside trip" memory is associated with the first trip.