My childhood..
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When thinking about my childhood two people come to my mind.
The first one is my younger brother Martin. He is the one with whom I ride a rocking horse in the picture on the left. As far as I remeber I was 4 or maybe 5 then. When I and Martin were little kids we used to live in the same room and play together a lot. I have always treated Martin as my little precious treasure that I have to protect and care about thoroughly. I'm sure that thanks to my little brother I have learnt to be very caring, emotional and responisble person.
The second person who had a huge influence on my childhood and my emotional development was my cousin Peter, who is 10 years older than me.
I preceisely remember the day this photo was taken. It was on the 5th May 1994. That day I received my First Communion. In this picture I'm dancing with Peter at my First Communion reception.
Peter has always been for me a kind of a role model to follow. He always played with me when I got back home from school. We also talked a lot. Since he is an only child I was treated that time as his little treasure. So you can see that it was exactly the same situation as I metnioned above with my brother. But this time it was me who was in the centre of someone's else attention.
The first one is my younger brother Martin. He is the one with whom I ride a rocking horse in the picture on the left. As far as I remeber I was 4 or maybe 5 then. When I and Martin were little kids we used to live in the same room and play together a lot. I have always treated Martin as my little precious treasure that I have to protect and care about thoroughly. I'm sure that thanks to my little brother I have learnt to be very caring, emotional and responisble person.
The second person who had a huge influence on my childhood and my emotional development was my cousin Peter, who is 10 years older than me.
I preceisely remember the day this photo was taken. It was on the 5th May 1994. That day I received my First Communion. In this picture I'm dancing with Peter at my First Communion reception.
Peter has always been for me a kind of a role model to follow. He always played with me when I got back home from school. We also talked a lot. Since he is an only child I was treated that time as his little treasure. So you can see that it was exactly the same situation as I metnioned above with my brother. But this time it was me who was in the centre of someone's else attention.
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