Friday, November 6, 2009
art and writing by Ekaterina Eskova, age 17
My neighborhood reminds me of myself.
It's also a place I always can come back to no matter what I do or what I did.
I will never forget those awesome days that I used to spend there till the darkness of the skies would attach itself to the roots of my hair.
I remember every morning I used to wake up, remembering those smells of the fresh meals and cookies with the still warm milk that my mom made for me and also the sounds of the morning birds who would sing for me a morning song.
But what I loved the most was the laugh and loud noises of little kids playing outside which would wake me up all the time when I was trying to take a nap. It was distracting, but I loved it though anyways.
The winter time was nice too. Very,very cold. The cold would go through your skin so deep that it made you feel like you want to stay somewhere inside.
I miss it all a lot. What can I say.
My neighborhood was where I spent the greatest times of my younger years.