
My childhood memory is very simple, maybe most of children do have the same image as mine.
while I was a child, I liked to sleep with my parents on the weekend. So every Saturday and Sunday, my whole family would get up very late, my siater and I often ran into my parents' room and lay down between them, they would complain about our weights and our heights at this time, but we could still feel their deep love even though they acted very upset.
We four lay on the bed and looked at the sun being upper and upper, sunshine was very beautiful and sky was blue, some little birds sang outside, our parents bedroom was becoming more and more bright, which seems like the love of the whole world was filled in the small space at the time.

This memory brings back good feelings that I remember as a child as well. Good description.
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