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Iran, Islamic Republic Of
December 31, 2007
Every one of us has special memories of happy days of childhood .for me where I lived in childhood is a reminder of those days.Allies leading to our house mean more than usual to me .even now I like to walk through these allies Narrow allies with little doors and old house .on walls branches of grape tree overhanging .in the air there is fragrance of flowers planted in the gardens .walls with old red brickes .touching them memories of my childhood flood back .the first day I walked through these allies it was a snowy day and everything was covered with snow. I had to go to my new school .everything was strange to me .voices speaking a new language .i looked at walls and brickes I touched them n walked after my mom with a chalk in my hand to sign on wall to find my way back home . Long after that day this path was my frend I liked 2 walk through them n touch walls retuning home because they are nt just reminder of my childhood they are a piece of my city’s history .i can hear Mongols passing there with their horses and people running .these allies are eyewitness of many things .still there are on walls sentences I read them “down with shah “ live on Khomeini “ I can hear foot steps of those who had wrote them on walls stealthy. I like my childhood house and even now when I walk toward home I feel im 7years old and im singing with my frends and walking to school .
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