Childhood

Prima poza la care ma gandesc din copilarie este cea cu verii mei de la tara, in care culegeam cirese.

Intr-o vara, pentru a nu mai face prostii prin casa, parintii nostrii ne-au dat o sarcina mai importanta: sa culegem cirese. Ne-au dat cateva cosuri mai mari decat noi si ne-au aratat ciresii din care sa strangem. Ca niste copii constiinciosi am inceput sa culegem, dupa multa munca am observant ca oricat ne-am chinui noi, cosul nu se umplea mai deloc, asa ca ne-am hotarat sa le mancam pe toate.. Atunci parca munca noastra nu mai era in zadar si copacul se golea mai repede decat inainte.

Poza a fost facuta de unchiul meu, pentru a imortaliza un moment din copilaria noastra frumoasa si fericita. Acum ma uit cu drag la poza aceasta, chiar daca verii mei sunt in Israel. Poza aceasta imi aduce aminte de fiecare lucru mic din copilarie, care atunci parea mare si imi face gandul a zboare la acea zi frumoasa de vara, 

la gustul dulce al cireselor si la bucuria ca ii ajutam pe parintii nostrii sa adune ciresele.

     The first picture from the childhood it’s the one with my cousins from the country side, when we were picking cherries.

   It was the summer tine and our parents gave us the ”mission”  to pick up a bunch of cherries, instead of getting in trouble, like we used to do.

   We started to collect them and after a lot of hard work, we noticed that no matter how hard we tried, the basket seemed to be still kind of empty, so we decided to eat all the cherries. We finally started to enjoy our work.

     The picture was made by my uncle, to keep the memory of that summer day from our beautiful childhood.  Now I’m looking at this picture with love, even if my cousins are living in Israel.

      This image will always be the link between myself as a little cherry  stealer and the happiness while we were trying to help our parents.