Childhood Memories: My Safe Places

As a child, I usually spent the mornings at the house. The house, where I grew

up, was big, and it was surrounded with big trees. It had two massive columns on the

both sides with a heavy wooden door between them. Above the front door was a big and

spacious balcony with a decorative, metal enclosure around it. There were also two

smaller balconies on the both sides of the house. The windows were big, too, and they

were covered with snow-white lace curtains from the inside. The house looked a little

intimidating from the outside; however, it was very cozy inside. The house was filled with

music and books. My father, who passed away 6 years ago, loved to listen to classical

music and read books. Therefore, I grew up with that music and those books around me.

I still remember when we all used to sit down together in the living room and listen to

music. I used to think that it was just music, but my father explained to us that each song

is like a story that the instruments are telling us. He explained to us that instruments are

like people and that they have t...