Winter Magic of My Childhood
Winter has always carried a special kind of magic for me. When I look back at my childhood, I don’t remember just cold days and snow—I remember a world that felt endless, bright, and alive. Everything seemed bigger then. The snow was deeper, the nights were quieter, and even the simplest moments felt full of meaning. My parents didn’t have much money, but they knew how to turn ordinary days into unforgettable memories. One winter stands clearly in my mind. There was a lot of snow that year, the kind that covers everything and makes the world silent. I wanted a Christmas tree like everyone else, but my parents didn’t have the time or money to buy one. Instead of disappointment, my father offered me something better—an adventure. He took me with him to a friend who had a big pine tree in his garden. I was a very active child, always climbing and running, so when he told me we would climb the tree together to choose the best branch, I felt pure excitement. We climbed into the cold air, ou...
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