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Hi Jim, I would like to tell you what happened to me when I was around 12. I went to attend the annual festival of one of my uncle’s native. It is a very backward village. At the time of annual festival all the villagers gathered and did their rituals. After the religious ceremony in the evening they gave a public dinner. I attended all their custom. Then they arranged to screen a film on the 16 mm screen. It is one of their traditional ways entertaining the people at the time of village festival. I went to see the film with one of my cousins. I started to see the film. In the half way I slept. In the end some one woke me up. I started to walk. I thought the cousin who came with me also in the crowd. I started walking. I walked, walked, walked more than four kilometers in the mid night without knowing that where I was going. But my uncle’s house where I was staying was very near to the place where the cinema screened. I walked with the group of people. Once they all reached their own village I was alone and cried where I wanted to go. On that time only I realized that I was among the strangers. I cried, cried and cried. I thought my life would be ended and I would not unite with family. The strangers tried to pacify me that they would bring me to my uncle’s place next morning. They asked me one of their houses in the night. They could not tolerate my crying. Some of the villagers brought me to the starting point in that night itself. That village is the one of village of the traditional drummers. I was very much relived when I reached my uncles place. What was interesting was no one of my uncle house realizes that I was away from them on that night.

Hi Jim, I hope everything is OKey with you. I really read your entries with a big interest. I like the varieties that you talk about. And I can assure you that you'll always have an influence on our English. I agree with you that you've got an itchy feet, because you have also been to Seoul. Anyway, today I've a question for you. My question is I'm not very sure of how to write (Okey) I always see it in your blog kind of capital, so, that's I wanted to ask you. As always, I appreciate your great job. I wish you a relaxing weekend full of blessings, happiness and joy. Do take care and God bless you. Abdisamad

Hello Jim! My dad made a very spacious brick house in the garden for our dog Lulu, and when my mum got mad at me, which happened often because I was a very naughty child, I used to hide there till she got calmer. My mum always asked me with a suspicious look where I´ve been and I´d answer her that I was in the garden. Oh I miss that times :-). Have a nice weekend, Ana Paula.

Hello Jim! My dad made a very spacious brick house in the garden for our dog Lulu, and when my mum got mad at me, which happened often because I was a very naughty child, I used to hide there till she got calmer. My mum always asked me with a suspicious look where I´ve been and I´d answer her that I was in the garden. Oh I miss that times :-). Have a nice weekend, Ana Paula.

Speaking of the weather, you can hear everybody say it's freezing as small talk. Actually it almost never drops down below zero in Wellington where I live. It is damn freezing as I only rely on an electric heater during this dismal winter. By the way, do you think you could live with only one nostril? I had an awkward time when I competed with my mischievous bro. I was only three or four during the time when we were with our grandparents in remote country side in Korea. There were only things like pebbles, beans, corns,, potatoes and so on to play with. I still remember my bro bragging and showing me how skillful he snorted beans out after inserting them into his nostril. In retrospect, I seem to be quite intrigued by his bizarre idea to play. Having started with a small one and ended up with a disaster that I couldn't get it out. I don't remember how hard it was to draw breath but I do remember huffing and puffing all day and night. I really don't know what happened next but I was told that my grandfather took me to a hospital where the clogged one finally popped out.

Hi Jim, here is my anecdote. When I was 6 (more or less), I had a car crash with my parents. We jumped over a bridge, falling more than 8 meters. Fortunately a tree slowed the impact. The bridge is called by locals as "the bridge of death". Anyway, the important fact was that I was playing whith my toy wheel, driving the car and roaring with my trhoat the sound of the engine. From those day my parents never allowed to play more with my toy wheel inside the cars. I don't know why, would you wonder why? (please give feed back about this last ironic structure, surely it could be improved better) thanks in advance.

Hello, Jim! I managed to turn the greatest pleasure of my childhood into some kind of fear. My grandparents lived on the farm and we visited there every spring and summer. The mare had a foal. That foal was female with beautiful brown skin. I used to groom it and give it corn grains, a carrot and sugar from my hand. She got used to me and followed me around when I walked with my grandfather. It happened so that one evening I was alone in the meadow. The foal saw me and started running towards me. There wouldn’t have been anything bad about that situation if the mare hadn’t been running after it. I got scared of such a big horse galloping at me and I also started running away from the both of them. So, there was the three of us running in the meadow, everyone pursuing its own reasons for jogging. Eventually, my grandfather saved me by grabbing the horse by the harness. He told me that the foal probably wanted a corn or a carrot, which I used to give her, and the mare, like any caring mother, just followed her child. I was the problem ‘cause I wasn’t able to think clearly because of the fear which came over me. I wasn’t planning to write so long story. It seems that memories have overwhelmed me once again.

Hi Jim, This story happened, when I was six years old and my sister was four. My parents were window shopping, and we were with them. While walking, me and my sister went much further, instead of staying with them. Suddenly I thought of looking back, and when I could not see them. The fear of being lost made me cry. Watching me, my sister also began to cry. We gathered attention, and within no time, a crowd of people began questioning us, as to where our parents were, to which we had no reply. After almost an hour, I found my parents coming towards us, with their faces full of distraught. I guess you will like the story. Best regards and take care.

i come from a country where is shinning the most of the time amd when it s raining i become really sad because i like listening to bird s sound and watching colours. but rain is important too for us ps; i am a new membre here, i have just discovered your community. it s fantastic many thnaks

Hi all, I admire you people memorizing you childhood days. For me, for some reason or perhaps no reason at all, it is not easy to talk about my early days, I don´t think that there are undisclosed issues to deal with, but… For sure, I do remember incidents, moments of joy, wonder but also moments of tears and perhaps even misery. To choose one anecdote to talk about is difficult. When I think about my childhood, the memories come back as a flowing torrent, merely moods. I do hope I am not upsetting anyone by writing perhaps to deeply in someones opinion. I am not disturbed by my own thoughts, it is maybe so, that I my life is in an intense stage. Life is not always a bed of roses.

I live in Spain and here, it´s always sunny. When I travel abroad this is something I usually notice: The lack of light and how it affects to the way we behave. With sunny weather, we become more active and lively. I have been to Berlin, and one guy told that there (and in nothern countries like Sweden etc etc), some people buy a sort of special bulb that simulates the kind of light that we have when we have a splendous sun. In theory, this bulb makes people feel positive and fights against depression(depression that emerges in winter, with short days and looong nights) And interesting conclusion: Weather determinates the way we are. Thank you and see you!

Hello Jim. I’d like to share the earliest gambling experience. It happened when I was a seven years old kid. My father was going to wave me goodbye on my way to a summer camp than suddenly he decided to give me a coin to buy a bar of soap. Mind you, I was not given pocket money that age at all but my parents forgot to put in my stuff some soap. Lured by perks of possessing more money, I was involved in gambling by much older and certainly cruel gambler as well. As a consequence I got neither money nor soap. I consider this insignificant disaster as a vaccine injection against betting in any game. Since then I’ve never gambled again. Many thanks to you, my underaged shameless offender.

When I was a boy I use to take care of the goats of my father, I used to put a name in all of then, and called then for they name, do the people in the countryside of England use to put have pigs as pet?? they use to put name in then??

Xavi from Spain is correct; daylight influences us. We, who live with the Polar Night know, how darkness affects us, we may experience fatigue and even melancholy symptoms during long and dark days. Studies have shown that bright light therapy is most effective when it focuses on the face. I have used such a lamp.

Hi! Actually I am a big fan of The earth seen from the Sky. I appreciate each one who is able to answer the four questions. I suppose I wouldn´t be capable of that not only from the lack of language. I like the way Leila has expressed it. It is such a complex issue, the life. When you look at the People it stans for a strong power on the Earth; when at one person that is like a leaf adrift among the powers of Others and Nature.