Sitting in my room, with lavender colored walls neighboring me giving me sensations of peace and beauty, I remember my home town back in Russia, streets full of blissful kids playing in the streets, laughs, and voices echoing in my mind like a forgotten dream. Tears come to my brimming eyes and my heart longs for the youth that will never come back or repeat itself. I will never forget my memorable childhood home and the neighborhood, where I grew up, lost my first tooth, and made my first friends.
             I was born in Moscow, the huge city in Russia. Growing up in a family of seven, I was free to explore every corner and every field. My home was more on the edge of the city our house stood surrounded by friendly neighbors they invited the kids in for cookies and milk every afternoon. On pleasant evenings the neighbors met collectively by the lofty evergreen tree and chattered about every day life. The neighborhood was quiet except for the ringing voices of children and thundering footsteps on the pavement as they played their favorite games. There were no clamors of passing cars or soaring planes in the calm air.
             I was surrounded by natural beauty of the environment, the sweet air smelling of honey and young grass, and calm breeze blowing through my hair and bouncing of my hot skin, sending cool pleasure through my body as I ran and played with my friends. When we got hot from the radiating sun we would run to the nearby lake to cool down the water rippled as we jumped in and splashed around in the chilly water sheltered by gigantic trees covered with moss and dense fern growing on the moist soil. We then ran all soaked to the bone in to the field we would then carry on playing games.
             I started my day at the crack of dawn. First, I had to do light chores in my room like, clean-up, assemble my messy bed and put away my toys which of course I had too many. Then, when I finished doing my
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