Hello Steemian
In this post I put a story of childhood and now a memory of my own reflection.
When I was in elementary school. I live can be said in the interior. at that time, there was not a single swimming pool in our area. in our area there are many small rivers. the river is deliberately made for the flow of water in the rice fields.
The thing that was interesting to us at that time, every day when we came home from school, we did not go home immediately. but we play with friends and swim in the river in our area.
What is very interesting and a reflection for us now is that when we play and swim in the river, our parents always come and you are angry, chased and even hit. our parents hated us for swimming in the river. now it is a reflection especially for me personally, actually our parents are not angry, but they love us. they (parents) are afraid that things will not happen to us, they are afraid that we will bring water (sink).
