Memories of the best time of life: childhood.
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From my childhood, I remember the trips from school to my house. I took a shuttle where I traveled with my siblings. The driver’s name is Carlos, and he was always very kind to us. He would share ice cream with us and take us on trips every now and then; I even got to see his home.
He was a truly important person back then. Beyond just providing transportation, he gave us the genuine affection of someone we were just getting to know. I still remember him and have his number. We talk occasionally, and I always remember his birthday—and he remembers mine—since we were born just one day apart.
I miss being able to spend afternoons with my maternal grandmother. We always had conversations where we could talk about anything; she was very witty but had her own unique way of showing us love. I remember she used to make delicious arepitas dulces (sweet arepitas)—honestly, everything she cooked turned out great.
I miss hugging her, even though she wasn't one to show much physical affection. I miss hearing her voice and her particular way of always having hope in the face of life's challenges. I even miss when she would scold me for misbehaving; I wish I had the chance to talk to her again if it were possible.
I miss the place where I used to live as a girl, mostly because that’s where I grew up and built my memories. Christmas was a dream; we always had a gift from our parents, traditional Venezuelan food was never missing, the music, and the sense of unity that existed back then.
I really miss how it used to be living in a country that didn't have so many problems—or at least, that’s how I saw it as a child. Sometimes I’d like to be little again to have that same childhood innocence, to be so confident or bold enough to do things just because—simply because they seemed fun.
There are moments that stay with you, and these are the ones that come to mind most often. My childhood was very special; maybe I didn't have everything I wanted, but I had everything I needed. I was very fortunate to have my parents and siblings, and to have certain things that were harder for other children to obtain.
I cherish my childhood and will always remember it as the most beautiful time of my life. Sometimes I go back there through a song or a TV show that reminds me of those moments I lived—moments full of innocence and pure happiness.
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