Childhood.
\nIt is magical.
\nSwimming in +17\u00b0C water feels just like swimming in +27\u00b0C.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, I\u2019m not cold yet!\u201d \u2014 shout two grinning \u201cseals,\u201d trembling like little shivering sticks as they\u2019re dragged onto the shore.
\nThe record of \u201cwhen are we going again?\u201d stuck in their minds, mixed with shouts of delight as every second wave rolls in:
\n\u201cLook, what a wall!!!\u201d
\nProbably only characteristic of a certain age.<\/p>\n
Today, once again standing in the sea and trying to grab my little one\u2019s hand so the wave wouldn\u2019t roll her up\u2026 I pause.
\nBecause my gaze catches two women walking along the beach.
\nThey move very slowly. One of them is very old. Not just old \u2014 extremely old.
\nShe walks slowly, a thick jacket on her shoulders, a collar of a thick sweater peeking out.
\nBeside her, firmly holding her arm, is a grown woman, probably her granddaughter.<\/p>\n
The elderly lady walks, eyes fixed on the sea, as if trying to take it all in, and when she sees the waves meeting my \u201cseals\u201d like walls, she smiles warmly.
\nOn her wrinkled, life-worn face stretches a rainbow of a smile.
\nShe says nothing, but her gaze seems full of childhood memories: \u201cas if she were jumping in the waves just like that yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
After seeing this slowly passing old age along the beach, I let my restless childhood go wild as much as it wants.<\/p>\n
Because I remembered something beautiful I heard just last night in a rather unpleasant situation.
\nWhile dining at our favorite seaside restaurant, Pa accidentally spilled a glass of juice brought to her table.
\nAs we searched for napkins and tried to explain that one should be more careful\u2026
\nAn older waiter, whom we\u2019ve known for years, rushed to help.
\nQuickly cleaning the spill and hastily replacing the tablecloth, he added:
\n\u201cDon\u2019t worry. It\u2019s nothing. After all, they\u2019re only children for such a short time.\u201d<\/p>\n
To childhood!
\nAnd to waves, like walls.<\/p>\n
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