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How leaped paint colorful lights over our house. Yes shaggy ran up to the top of the roof rays. Know everything! Marvelous time to come. How I love the summer heat, drizzle in the evening and picnicking outdoors. I can say one thing: no matter how big did not seem our family, we will always be there, and our hearts will never cease to beat. Love and affection - that's what makes us closer!Tell you an interesting story. It happened once all the family to visit at a party with friends. Their house was on the edge of the forest. Because of the thick branches of trees to be seen inhabitants of the forest. They are probably afraid of the "guests from the province." Their hut was not on chicken legs and conventional brёvnyshkah.God, how everything is beautiful! Divine cedar smell wafting from a wooden hut, turn our heads. We were very pleased to find himself again here. Good-natured, friendly hosts widely open to us dragged upward secular boron door. And then, out of the blue, open the doors of crept curly head cheerful children. These were their children.Joyous greeting continued inside the cabin. Hostess baked in the oven rosy cakes with strawberries, which recently tore their children near the house. His little wife invited us for a large table, which was strewn with ornate dishes.

. My parents often ask me what I want to be when I grow or which profession I fancy. My answer is always the same. I want to be a writer. They are not happy with my choice but that’s what I want to do in my future. My father is a lawyer and he wants me to be like him. He says I’ve got all necessary traits of character to become a good lawyer. My mother is a designer and she thinks that I’ve got good taste to become a designer too. But I have always wanted to be a writer. As far as I remember I started writing when I was only 8. I wrote my first short poem then. When I was 10, our class teacher set us a special homework for summertime. We had to keep a summer diary and write in it what happened every day. Not everybody in the class was happy with this assignment. However, I really liked it. My diary was full of interesting events and it was chosen to be the best in the class. It was the time when I understood that I want to be a writer. After that summer I wrote many other diaries about my school life, my family and friends, my travels and picnics. At the moment I write articles for our school newspaper. Sometimes teachers ask me to write a poem or a script for school performances and my schoolmates ask me to help them with essays. People say I have an interesting style of writing and I don’t want to lose it. That’s why I think that I should be a writer. After graduating from school I’m going to study at the philological faculty of the local university. I’m sure higher education will be useful for me. There are also a lot of engaging workshops for writers. I’d like to attend one of them someday.