Childhood Memories of My Father

When I prayed in a dimly church, swirling smoke from incense reminisced my thoughts in my childhood. At sunset, the golden light from the sun is bright, bright and cheerless as usual. A warm wind blew a warm evening air and it got cooler. The cool tropical sea breeze always brings out a therapeutic effect, and despite all the problems, there is still a new desire for life. Sunset is on the way and many birds are brought to their lovely nest. In the corner of our back yard, my father made multicolor paper and bamboo kite for me.

When I remember my childhood memories of my father, I remember the desire he wanted to learn, respect for books and written words, and the way he shared and disseminated his knowledge work. My father is sitting on the head of the table, my mother is always sitting on his right side. Please join us as all walks of life, scholars, diplomats, artists, students. - Most of what I remember when I am 6 years is related to a simple suburban life. Driveway, front yard, garden field, forest behind the house. My brother and I always told to "go out to play" and did it. We got off at a driveway, cycling and taxi. Then there is basketball to bounce. Many of them are running around and the label version of the backyard is called "monster". My world is very clear and comprehensive

There are many stories when childhood memories recall memories of childhood. Some of them makes me happy, but some of them are not good memories. I was born in Tehran, the capital city of Iran, from a small family, my mother, my father, and me. Whenever you think about childhood, I remember the war between Iran and Iraq, weekend at my grandmother 's house, playing with my friends, memories like my father' s illness. I remember that when the war between Iran and Iraq began, I was too small. I can not feel fear, but I can see fear on my parents' face I went to Northern Iran continuing me at the age of 8. The second lesson, and all schools in Tehran closed for war; I found good friends at that school, we still contact each other through Facebook

My most happy childhood memories are empathy with my father. But in many cases, my father's pressure drives him to the limit, and he can leave soon. His rich pressure is very harmful, and the rest of our small family receives this damage in exchange for the results of my father's labor. Whether you are in danger or injured when you are in a country without anyone besides the family you brought you, you can make it successful. There is no other choice, so you allow it. You have to survive