My Childhood

Rainyday days always remind me of my childhood. This I spent largely with my grandparents in th countryside. I love to sit by my grandmother who was always humming and singing while ironing clothes. I would sing along with her rustic and nostalgic voice. While she ironed, my grandfather enjoyed playing his old Chinese violin to accompany us. He often tried to teach mr how to sing the old folk songs to music. As I was not good at singnig, all three of us would burst into laughter. They are wonderful memories of my childhood.
Now whenever it rains, I picture myself with my grandparents and the memories come flooding back. place of the folk songs, the melancholy sound of my grandfarther's violin and the overall sense of love and acceptance, all that remains is an empty house and a few sweet memories.