Childhood thoughts.. I miss the past

I miss that time when I believed that my problems could be solved with a piece of chocolates.
Be as a child and enjoy what you get no matter how small, and do not compare what you have with others, because that deprives you to enjoy what you have. Sometimes, as children we break our game and then cry over it! We break the "paddles" ourselves before we achieve our goal and then we cry for the loss! The wise are the children, they laugh when they want to cry. The adults understand the patients with pride.
When we pass places that carry a lot of memories! We stand in front of every corner, recalling all the events. Indeed, we do not miss those times only. . But we yearn for ourselves and how we were longing to go back to those behaviors. We yearn for ourselves more than places. When it tightens. . Go to the nearest child and make him smile, their smile heal. I wake up and become the laughter of the universe fills my body, and the songs of childhood dance in my ear, and the verses of the Koran, followed by my mother on the ears of mantra and education.
Injury a child. . Memory of young people do not forget small slaps. Do not rush, you small, the road is difficult long, will someday tell you to wish if you remained a child.

Childhood . . A velvet world, full of calderr's heart, and pristine spirits. I said to myself, If those days come back. . Carrying a lot of memories. . When I grew up I discovered that this life is nothing but mirage. . Yes mirage for you as you grow up. . Your worries and sorrows grow with you. . Come back, my beautiful and beautiful childhood. . And I am desert in love with a field. . If you would come back. Beautiful days went by without her return, I was overcome with nostalgia, and I lit her with longing when the train of memories passed quickly on the ruins of the beloved lands.

When I turn those fragrant pages from the records of my life I see them laughing, bright days filled with violence, blended with the true orchards of love on the outskirts of my windows, with the scent of Jasmine, the dawn of a newborn renewing the purity of the pure soul. I remembered my grandmother lighting up the house lamps on the beacons of her interesting stories, holding the records of her worn books. . Blended with its fragrant advice and endless judgment.
The world of childhood is understood only by those who lived. . The safety of childhood is a beautiful world with its laws. . There is no one who holds hatred and hatred against others. . But a single association. . The association of love and innocence. Ah what beautiful days of. Childhood . . A velvet world, full of calderr's heart, and pristine souls. Childhood . . Tree purity and lush shadows, spontaneous branches bear the fruits of acceptance and pleasure. Childhood . . Spring and blossom, and jasmine garlands imitate the good life and it will be adornment for her. Childhood . . A dream story, a poem of hope, and a sweet adventure. Childhood . . The life of the soul, the spirit of life.

Children have feelings of different ages .. But do not say with their tongues! But be with their own power and be reflected through their innocent thoughts. International Childhood. . My heart fills him with the love of childhood. . My lost thought is looking for a glimmer of hope in the mazes of life. . A pain and anguish beseech me. . The moments of happiness embrace me.The love of my Creator overwhelms me. . I will challenge the odds. . I have a day out and see me. . In the distant horizon. What beautiful childhood you find in their smile and openness in their dealings simplicity. . They shall not be angry, nor shall they be afraid;
Childhood is a white page, a life of fineness with a name, a pure heart and a spirit of innocence.


We grew older and we are still looking for safety. . About honesty. . About fulfilling. . For hearts as clear as the hearts of children. . Honest hearts do not know hatred, hatred, treachery and treachery. . Innocent hearts pure pure ... yes we grew up but we still love childhood. . We hope that time will return to us as it was. I longed for that innocent childhood that never left my soul.

Oh my love for beautiful dreams lost. . And a wonderful world we saw with the eyes of innocent childhood.
It is the past and the beautiful time it was. . Innocence and purity. When we were children we counted the days and the years to become mature adults. . And when we were ready, we wished we'd become children all the time. When we nostalgia for the distant past of innocent childhood and happy days, then you know that there are days will not return and years and years will not come, and then remember those years and feel a strong desire to return to them without restrictions and concerns, we live in innocence and clean hearts. . Children in a long time, and now we become a coma of delusions and false delusions, we live in one life, different in those circumstances lost, we do not know where that nostalgia.