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  • The memories of my humble childhood have no video games' sounds nor images, not at least television that I can remember of from the very first beginning.However, they are full of animals sounds : birds,cats,dogs even insects .There was also the noise of children playing around while the grown ups were chattering at some neighbor's terrace and cars passing by the main road .The image of all, I beholded from the top of a branche of Guava tree I used to climb in the backyard from the old house I moved to when I was just six years old with my younger brother and my mother who was pregnant with my little sister.Even though this happened after my parents had divorced ,I do not have many memories before that.
    The backyard was not that big, although it seemed the world to me , the place I went after school to observe the neirborhood and also the place I used to escape to my girls dreams playing with my dolls. The real measurements I can not tell, but I can say it had a large area , that started with the stairs that went to the house which was in a higher level than the backyard. there was also under the house level a bedroom where my siblings and I used to play, my cousins used to join us once in a while,we had even founded a club there. Beside this bedroom there was the laundryroom ,there were no machines or such , there was a sink instead where my mother used to wash our clothes.Finally, the backyard ended with a area covered with grass at first and which my mother ordered someone to pave afterwards.What I really disliked was the concrete because it hurt my knees and legs when I fell down , what I did quite often. And along with an herb tree it was my beloved guava tree , my spyship partner, right before the street's gate.
    All in all, the rememembrances of my early age from my first doll to my first love had been harbored by the branches and leaves of that guava tree which I come to know later on , no longer exists. I cried and laughed protected by those brances .Although there were not only easy and happy times, my experiences there altogether built who I am . I was nineteen when we moved out and my mother sold the house. The new owner thought it was better to have a garage than a backyard.
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