July's holiday

"the following text was given free by the writer and it is a story based on the life of the same."

"I still smell the grass wet with rain in the afternoon. Were the holidays in July!

The adults preferred to stay inside the apartment watching television and chatting while drinking coffee.

Through the window, they could hear the laughter of children playing in the building parking lot. The teenagers were playing cards at the plastic tables next to the grill.

However, when night fell, everyone gathered and the hours passed.

The happiest moments of my life!

It was winter and it was too cold, but we ran, climbed walls, were rolling in the sand and did all this with a few drops of salty sweat to slide by our face.

When I think of my childhood, the first image that comes to mind is a little girl she short and chubby, short hair. hidden behind the car with her brother, laughing and waiting for the right time to run toward the pole.

This game was common on the vacation in July, the classic "Hide and Seek."

At about seven o'clock at night, mothers began to call everyone for dinner.

now going one, sometimes another.

And so it was repeated until about nine o'clock.

Everyone dined in less than fifteen minutes and it meant that we took some ear pulling from their parents.

When the group was complete again, we started the joke one more time and this followed until midnight.

when all tired.

The younger children were returning to their apartments and the older remained with teenagers listening to their stories and adventures, hoping they are old enough to be as interesting as.

There was the right time to start telling the jokes;

older girls making braids in younger;

some couples holding hands;

everyone laughed.

As time passed, the dawn came, the cold increased and some were going away.

But always there remained a small group; those who really liked to be there - about a nine persons - those were my best friends in childhood.

Seeing that only about us, we told stories of terror.

which made the moment pretty macabre.

The small light on the sidewalk;

the noises of people watching television on the first floor;

or going to sleep;

cold wind;

sometimes a fine drizzle.

Were just us!

Everyone already had their doors locked and looking underneath; counted on the fingers of the windows that still had their lights on.

My apartment was on the top floor, my brother and I went up and walked on a dark hallway toward our apartment. I knocked on the door, did not speak a word, they were both scared of horror stories and when we were at the height of excitement. My mother opened the door with a smile. We went to sleep hoping that the other day, made a sun to maybe go to the beach. But if we were not, did we not care because we would have another day like the previous one.

Currently, some of these friends are working and being successful.

Others are in college studying what no one imagined that they would enroll,

or even some who, like me, are still on course to Higher Education.

We do not talk frequently.

For years no see... each went his way.

However, I'm sure we all have the same memories of a time when all things seemed simpler."

-Talyta Dias

"And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in"

"Photograph" by Nickleback