I look back on my childhood with memories of laughter, confusion, excitement, bewilderment, and sometimes nostalgic tears.
When I was in the kindergarten, a cousin told her smaller sister and me that monsters lived in our bedroom closet. My mother explains how she recalls having to shut my closet door and leave the light on so that I could fall asleep until we moved from that particular flat. I remember thinking to myself (and truly believing….really believing!) when I spent the first night in our new home that there were finally no more monsters living in my closet.
I think that my childhood was perfect, but it is the funniest moment that happened to me.
Alina A, 16, Dnepropetrovsk, Ukraine