My own childhood-1

There is not a single day (or even moment) that I don’t think about you; if I didn’t write for a while, its because I don’t want to write rubbish…!

Let me tell you about my childhood….I think I had a wonderful one and I have always hoped to be able to create the same for “you”. I am not quite sure how?... And things have changed a lot

In the hot weather of Ahvaz and during the Iraq-Iran war with the least facilities for a child... We had a very big house, in fact the biggest house in Kian Pars in Ahvaz, which is considered the most elite part of the city. I remember I had a black board and lots of colored chalks that would always break easily…. I don’t know was it because I used to press them a lot or was it because of their quality?!…

The weather was always hot and I wonder how I and your aunt, Samra, would play the whole day outside, running after butterflies, frogs, ants

We used to run from the roof of one house to another

and make people (elders) mad who were trying to have a peaceful afternoon nap

I used to suck the bottom of some flowers, it was so sweet

It made me extremely happy when I captured a purple butterfly, then I would bring it home; nevermind how much careful I was, the colors of its wings would stick to my fingers and fade and then the poor thing would die…I hated the smell of ants but still couldn’t help playing with them! I used to block their way and puzzle them! I cant believe how I captured frogs!

The only things to eat were “Pofak”, “Kam cakes” and at the most “Yakhmak” or ice cream… My father used to bring “adams-e-khoroos neshan” when he eturned from work and I cant express the joy… I loved his smell. My mom and dad were always very hot when they returned…no wonders…. It’s a pity that you’ll never see your grand mom; she was such a strong but motherly lady… …to be continued…