موضوع بالانجليزي عن ذكريات الطفوله
وع بالانجليزي عن ذكريات الطفوله
تعبير عن ذكريات المدرسة بالانجليزي
تعبير عن طفولتي
موضوع عن الطفولة
عبارات عن ايام الطفولة بالانجليزي
موضوع تعبير عن ذكريات الطفولة بالفرنسية
تعبير عن حقوق الطفل بالانجليزية
برجراف عن my habits
تعبير عن طفولتك واهم الاحداث التي اثرت في حياتك بالانجليزي
Childhood memories
1-
I got sick ... one of those minor, but contagious illnesses ... was it chickenpox? rubella? In my room, a little darkened by a large tree, with a door opening onto Mom's, I am lying in my little bed against the back wall, I admit that I have a lot of fever at the presence ... they never fail to be there when my body, my head is burning ... little guys endlessly spilling sandbags, sand is flowing, spilling everywhere, they spilling over and over again, I don't know why these piles of sand and the agitation of these little gnomes scares me so much, I want to stop them, I want to scream, but they can't hear me, I can't utter real screams.
When the fever has subsided, I can sit in my bed ... A maid sent by my aunt does the housework, remakes my bed, washes me, combs my hair, gives me drink, feeds me ...
Mom is there too, but I only see her sitting at the table writing on huge white pages that she numbers with big numbers, that she covers with her big handwriting, that she throws by. earth as it filled them. Or mom is in an armchair reading ...
Nathalie Sarraute, Childhood
2-
I can't sleep alone ... I look under my bed all the time before going to bed. I'm too scared of the monsters hiding there, so I slip into my sister's bed. I'm afraid. They remain hidden as long as the light is on ... Once it is off, an illuminated tree branch casts shadows that allow the monster to move around.
3 -
It's summer, it must be around 5:00 p.m. While my mother reads quietly by the pool, I splash around happily in it, this has been going on for quite some time. About an hour later, I get out of the water. Feeling hungry, I decide to eat some cakes that my grandmother loves to cook for me. No sooner is the cake box opened than, attracted by the smell of sugar, two wasps swirl around my head. With my hands, I try, in vain, to push them away, despite the recommendations of my mother who tells me that they will go away on their own, that we must not provoke them. So I decide to give up and tackle my pastries.
After a few minutes, a little tingling tickles my throat. Reaching my hand to remove the embarrassment, I suddenly feel like a needle entering my skin. I utter a little shrill cry and my mother immediately runs towards me. Being allergic to wasp stings, my throat starts to swell and my temperature to rise, I almost suffocate.
My mother, half panicking, decides to take me to the emergency room. During the journey, she put down a glove that she had slipped under ice water to bring down the fever. We arrive at the emergency room, a doctor and two nurses take charge of me and take me to a room.
"Everything is fine my chick, we are going to take the venom away from you and bring down this fever", reassures my mother, stroking my hair. I see a nurse coming with a syringe.
I'm afraid. What will happen to me? Will I be in pain? Am I going to wake up? The nurse injects me with an anesthetic, and my eyelids start to grow heavy. That's it, I fall asleep.
When I wake up my throat burns a bit, but the heat no longer crushes me due to the fever, I even have some chills. To my left, my mother is sitting and holding my hand. "You see my darling, everything went well". My mother explains to me that the venom was removed with a syringe and the fever went down on its own.
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