childhood [Theme]

• My cute puppy brought me back to my childhood.

Start reading to your child as early as possible - even before he is born. The sooner you start, the better and the easier it will be for you.

You shouldn’t wait until a person reaches middle management: it’s too late to worry about literacy. Learning to write correctly at 35 is as difficult as learning to skateboard or master a foreign language at that age. It is much easier to do this at the age of seven.

Scientists have found that: 1) boys to whom their fathers read have significantly higher reading results; 2) if dads read in their free time, their sons read more and study better than those whose dads read little or not at all in their leisure time.

Adult bike!

Picture books are great for teaching thinking.

Maybe I didn't calculate something.

Books for a baby in his first year of life should stimulate his vision and hearing, that is, they should contain color pictures and sonorous texts that attract attention.

Teaching an unloved school subject means teaching someone else's knowledge.

A vivid dream entered my memory softly and elastically, like a knife entering butter... Not a single person in whom childhood is still alive, and especially a child, would forget such a dream, because a miracle is not forgotten...

A happy childhood is something that will be very useful in the future.

There was a time when they kissed us on the crown, and now they kissed us on the mouth, and even then, for Christ’s sake.

The atmosphere of December days is incomparable. Only these days does the heart beat so fast, and in the soul, like a flower from under the freshly fallen snow, timid hope blooms. Hope for all the brightest and kindest things that must certainly happen.

It snowed all day. I stood at the window and watched happy snowflakes slowly fly by. There are things that you don’t want to let go of because they give you beauty and peace. They also take us back to a fairy tale, to childhood. I remember, when I was little, I built huge snow cave-houses in the snowdrifts and hid there, believing that no one would ever find me. And these unusual secret flowers that you put under a piece of glass in the summer, so that in winter you can find a magical daisy or even a rose somewhere under a tree. In the evening there is another blizzard, and it’s so nice to be in a warm house next to your grandmother, who tells her amazing stories. The wood is crackling in the fireplace, but the fire slowly goes to sleep overnight. And the next morning you wake up early, when it’s still dark outside the window, and you quietly admire how the snow is falling, large white flakes, like butterflies, fly onto the glass, selflessly kissing it and lying on the ledge. And around there is a white, white planet. My favorite winter...