As a child, I used to be afraid of water, but knowing how to swim was a rule in our family. One summer when I was six , my mother took me to the swimming pool . There was a special swimming pool for the kids and hopefully it wasn’t that much deep for me as I was tall, but we were soon transferred to an other pool which was deep! Although I had my swimming ring , I was still afraid. I never enjoyed the days on which I had swimming class, because of my fear and also of my humiliation, and that was suffering. One day I decided to face my fear, regarding that the guards would save me in case of drowning. Unbelievably I was able to paddle my feet and little by little I was enjoying the touch of water on my skin. That was the time when I first realized to run towards my fears and not to run away from them.

Our yard used to be our childhood kingdom, where I spent almost all my fun hours. Even right now I can picture every detail of its great trees and colorful flowers, which were covering all the little gardens. The smell of spring narcisses and vivid r

The old man had an oblong face with a small chubby chin and a big Adam’s apple. His dim eyes were narrow and dark that were partly covered by his thick eyebrows. A boney nose which was at the same time long, was in the middle of his face . We can hardly notice his thin lips as they were like two lines. The old man was bald and his head was as reflective as a mirror.

There are a lot reasons that I’m fond of literature . The most significant one is because of my family. I remember my mom reading short stories for me before going to bed. That was the time when I first realized that knowing about literature is like being introduced to a new world. Besides that, literature can be an escape from the frustrations of real world; on the other hand it may sometimes be facing the truth, for instance my insight has changed a lot since reading novels. Another reason of my interest in literature is that I seek pleasure in it.

We’re all familiar with the phrase that we should never judge a book by its cover, but when it comes to people covers are a means of knowing the person’s personality. Certain personality quirks and intimate details are given away by our appearance.Fi