Wednesday was swimming day: the old school bus stopped almost at each house to drop the children. Suddenly a kid's race started to be the first at the swimming pool. We took out our shoes and we ran from the bus stop to our houses, took our swim suite and continued running onto a small path through the forest.
The trees were huge, majestic and big, the crickets were chirping loudly and from everywhere birds, apes and other animals were screaming, upset to be disturbed in their daily habits. For us, running children, it was so normal that we almost didn't hear it anymore: still, the atmosphere stayed quite impressive and weird.
While I was running, I was singing loudly: "For, unto us a Child is born...' a part of 'The Messiah", Dad's favorite oratorio from Haendel. -I was too little to sing the words correctly, but for me it was not important at all -
I don't remember anymore if I sang out of fear or because I wouldn't hear the footsteps from the other running children approaching quickly...
The race ended always into Isabelle's victory: she was invincible! Although, the other boys and girls couldn't stop participating in the race: we had too much fun once arrived at the enormous swimming pool.
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