My winter holiday
Now that the summer holiday has begun with its unbearable heat and hot air, I try to think of something that cools me down, at least psychologically. So here I am, dreaming about winter and its particular charm.
I stayed at home last winter, my family didn't travel anywhere. No sofisticated mountain resort. But I had the time of my life.
I went outside with my friends in the neighbouhood. It was a big chance to renew our friendship, because school and homework kept me away from all my good friends. We played a lot in the snow, raising ice blockhouses (cazemate) and fighting in teams. It was so much fun! Of course, nobody got hurt. But most importantly, we talked a great deal and this made us happy.
Christmas came and I watched in amusement how my parents tried to secretly place my gifts under the tree. I got a guitar and I used it as a weapon against my noisy neighbours. No, in fact I tried to learn how to play it, but my neighbours said I had no talent.
I miss my winter holidays of last year, in fact I miss the fresh cold air and my friends. They are away in Turkey, Bulgaria, Greece and they will return when I go to the mountains. But we'll meet again in August.
