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Traditions of the Soviet Union, which still cause nostalgia
What are childhood memories? I wonder what our children will answer in the future. Will they be laughing and laughing about in adulthood? What will they remember most? We have something to brag about, although I think there is no need to talk about some of the “deeds”.
Today's edition. "Site" Thinking about memories.
What are childhood memories, I know firsthand, because I was born and raised in the countryside. Since our parents had to work every day, the neighbors and I were left to ourselves and invented entertainment on the go. Only two boys had grandmothers, and older children looked after the rest of the children in the family.
The boys followed the babies less conscientiously. I was very lucky to have an older sister looking after me. She then added to my early childhood memories with curious details that I had forgotten. Let me give you one example. My peers were two years old at the time. In the summer we liked to eat strawberries, strawberries and cherries. We knew that fruits grow on bushes and plants. My one-year-old saw pink larvae of a Colorado beetle on potatoes and mistook them for ripe berries. He collected a handful of “delicious” and began to taste. I intended to follow his example, too, but my older sister noticed us in time and wouldn't let me.
To understand what childhood memories are, I started from about the age of four. Until this time I vaguely remember something. The most striking impression of that time was sledging. My purple winter jumpsuit hung icicle-shaped decoration. I was always pulling one of them into my mouth because it looked like a pacifier. By the end of the season, all the beauty was chewed.
Instagram In the cold season it got dark early. In order not to be sad during my mother’s absence, my sister came up with extreme fun for us – jumping from the closet to the bed. I’m almost five years younger, but that didn’t stop me from climbing the high chiffonier after my beloved sister, and then having fun bending down. We might have had a lot of fun, but I slipped and cut my forehead. The wound was small, but she got scared for a reason: she must make sure nothing happens to me.
There was no kindergarten in the village. Our free time was spent mostly on the street. Balls, ropes, colored glass, old tablecloths and blankets, pieces of rope, sticks and stones - everything was suitable for play. In the summer, the whole company built huts in secluded places, various covers and disappeared there until the evening. In winter, fortresses and barricades were built to play in the snow. With the onset of the first thaw, I sculpted on the site in front of the Snow Maiden's house.
When I was six years old, an elementary school teacher came to our house. She urged me to go to school. I remember hiding behind my mother's skirt. But it was fine. And the next year, our friendly four went to first grade. I liked the extended day group the most, because the old teacher would pull out an old book and read us fascinating tales every time. The older we got, the more interesting school life was. In addition to classes, competitions, mornings and entertainment evenings were held.
Every year more and more responsibilities were assigned to us at school and at home. It was necessary to regularly help parents on the farm and in the garden. But from the school they sent students to help the kolkhoz dry hay, collect apples, dig potatoes and weed beets. In addition, students went to the forest to plant a forest at the site of felling. And there were Saturdays for cleaning the territory, the delivery of waste paper and the collection of scrap metal. I’m not bored, there will always be something to remember.
What childhood memories are dear to your heart?
Today's edition. "Site" Thinking about memories.
What are childhood memories, I know firsthand, because I was born and raised in the countryside. Since our parents had to work every day, the neighbors and I were left to ourselves and invented entertainment on the go. Only two boys had grandmothers, and older children looked after the rest of the children in the family.
The boys followed the babies less conscientiously. I was very lucky to have an older sister looking after me. She then added to my early childhood memories with curious details that I had forgotten. Let me give you one example. My peers were two years old at the time. In the summer we liked to eat strawberries, strawberries and cherries. We knew that fruits grow on bushes and plants. My one-year-old saw pink larvae of a Colorado beetle on potatoes and mistook them for ripe berries. He collected a handful of “delicious” and began to taste. I intended to follow his example, too, but my older sister noticed us in time and wouldn't let me.
To understand what childhood memories are, I started from about the age of four. Until this time I vaguely remember something. The most striking impression of that time was sledging. My purple winter jumpsuit hung icicle-shaped decoration. I was always pulling one of them into my mouth because it looked like a pacifier. By the end of the season, all the beauty was chewed.
Instagram In the cold season it got dark early. In order not to be sad during my mother’s absence, my sister came up with extreme fun for us – jumping from the closet to the bed. I’m almost five years younger, but that didn’t stop me from climbing the high chiffonier after my beloved sister, and then having fun bending down. We might have had a lot of fun, but I slipped and cut my forehead. The wound was small, but she got scared for a reason: she must make sure nothing happens to me.
There was no kindergarten in the village. Our free time was spent mostly on the street. Balls, ropes, colored glass, old tablecloths and blankets, pieces of rope, sticks and stones - everything was suitable for play. In the summer, the whole company built huts in secluded places, various covers and disappeared there until the evening. In winter, fortresses and barricades were built to play in the snow. With the onset of the first thaw, I sculpted on the site in front of the Snow Maiden's house.
When I was six years old, an elementary school teacher came to our house. She urged me to go to school. I remember hiding behind my mother's skirt. But it was fine. And the next year, our friendly four went to first grade. I liked the extended day group the most, because the old teacher would pull out an old book and read us fascinating tales every time. The older we got, the more interesting school life was. In addition to classes, competitions, mornings and entertainment evenings were held.
Every year more and more responsibilities were assigned to us at school and at home. It was necessary to regularly help parents on the farm and in the garden. But from the school they sent students to help the kolkhoz dry hay, collect apples, dig potatoes and weed beets. In addition, students went to the forest to plant a forest at the site of felling. And there were Saturdays for cleaning the territory, the delivery of waste paper and the collection of scrap metal. I’m not bored, there will always be something to remember.
What childhood memories are dear to your heart?
After another quarrel with my stepfather, my mother came to my room and said that I was old enough to live separately.
Modern children do not like winter, but Soviet babies could hardly be driven off the street.