Cerita Masa Kecil (Story of Childhood)

Story of Childhood

I miss the times a child. The days are long I left off. A childhood full of memories, fun, because that never wanted my painful memories, or indeed actually nothing painful. Ah ... for me now, all of a childhood story used to be fun. The days that I spent in "Omah Kulon" (as the home grandmother who used to be my residence, before the grandmother died before I built a new house, 100 meters next to it). The days that I spent with friends, the village children who only know the fun of it. Ai ... how wonderful. How great is the grace of God, the grace of life experience that was so impressive it was.

Almost every day, I play with my friends my village. They are there aplenty. Sometimes they make me laugh, sometimes cry. But everything was wonderful for me, everything I do with my friends my village.

We have favorite places to play. We used to play hide and seek, gobak Sodor, rounders, beteng, or statue-ventures in the fields that lay in front of my village friends. Everything is better, especially when it's playing baseball, fathers and mothers spectators cheering and laughing occasionally see our action. Indeed, a baseball game is to hit the ball thrown by the opponent as far away, but we did was throw the bat as far as possible. That is, the game was never serious, but enough to satisfy us. At least we've tried the Japanese game, though random-bag we do not care, which is important everything is Happy.

Would I scratched memories, not only in memory, but also to stroke my words assemble into a story. The story of my childhood. Oh ... .So much, until I was confused where to start. But the rest, writing this story so exciting. Trip to remember the past. Childhood in the old country, the beloved land of Java.