The memory of childhood.
Today, walking in the park and noticed something interesting. Two small children were running after the ball and laughing. I thought of myself. When I do that's so much fun. But I grew up. The fun is gone. But in the past to the fore childhood and the fact that I am a child. Now comes to the fore study and adult life. And like at least a week to be a small child. To feel carefree and happy. But it is a pity that you can not do.
