ESOL 2013-2014 Volume 1 | Page 9

Blueberry Jam Memories Memories are great, unknown thing inside us. I think back to my early years very often because I like these days full of happiness, freedom without any responsibilities. I liked going to my grandmother’s house which was hidden in the middle of a forest. I spent all the summer holidays there for several years. There lived as well my godmother with her children. One of my cousins was only 8 months older than me, so we understood each other very well. We could play all day. Of course we had some duties which we hated. First of all we had to feed the hens, goats and rabbits and we had to milk a goat called Balbina, but the worst was the cow. I was afraid of the cow called Basia who was big, fat and we had to take her to pasture. However I can still feel the wet grass under my feet, the smell of flowers and when I close my eyes I hear the bird’s singing and I am a little girl again. In the garden we had an old tent, and we had everything there, pans, plates and flowers, and I remember my grandma’s face when she discovered that we had picked almost all the flowers in her garden, where she spent a lot of time, because she was preparing for the summer competition. She was so angry. But after a while her face was soft and mild again and she used to say ‘Ok, as a punishment you have to go to the forest to pick blueberries’. I didn’t like it. But when my granny made blueberry jam I could feel the smell and taste of it. I went to the forest with my daughter and we made a blueberry jam as well, but I don’t know if my granny added a secret ingredient or the berries taste different in nowadays, because my jam didn’t taste the same although I made it with recipe. Now we live in a hurry and don’t have time for a brake, we have forgotten that nature is the best for our health and we spend our holidays in luxury hotels and crowded places. Our children don’t have the opportunity to spend time in a clear and natural environment. We can’t let them go out alone because everywhere is dangerous. I miss the days when I was outside from the early morning to late evening, eating packed lunches and fruits from a neighbour’s garden. I think that childhood is the most unforgettable, the sweetest, and the happiest of days. I would like my daughter to say the same when she is an adult. I’ll try doing my best for her, to have beautiful memories.