My name is Ksusha . I came from the Chamzinsky district of the Republic of Mordovia. There are 4 people in my family: parents and brother. My brother's name is Misha, he is 21 years old. My mother’s name is Natalya, she is 39 years old, she works as a quality controller, and Father Vladimir and he are 42 years old, he works in security. Recently, my parents and I don't see each other often. They work in Moscow, and I live here, and since now I have moved and Saransk, we see even less. There are several traditions in our family. First: every May 9, we with the whole family go to the rally, and then to the cemetery to my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, who were participants in the Great Patriotic War. Every year, since childhood, I have been waiting for this holiday, since my parents brought me love for it. Second, every Christmas we gather and celebrate together. I believe that Christmas is a family holiday, and the whole family should be assembled. I believe that our family is friendly, everyone tries to listen to each other and take into account the interests of each.
Last year, my family and I traveled to the Blue Lakes. Around the fourth day of being there, my dad and I decided to go for a walk in the forest. At one moment, Dad went to smoke, and at that time I went further. What do you think happened? I, as always, got lost. Twenty minutes looking for dad. During that time, I managed to fall several times. For the first time I caught my foot on a branch of a bush and successfully headed down to Mother Earth. The second time fell into a small hole. But the third time was the brightest of all. I went out of the woods to some field. Walk ten meters, I saw a goat. Yes, yes, it is a goat. Until now, I think she forgot there. Coming closer, I tried to stroke her, but apparently the goat had a bad mood and she tried to attack me. As they say: "Fear has big eyes." From the "overdose" of adrenolin, through the forest I ran out to the path that we walked with dad. It's good that I broke away from the evil goat and found my dad. Since then I have not been moving away from adults when I am in unfamiliar terrain.
Recently, my parents and I don't see each other often. They work in Moscow, and I live here, and since now I have moved and Saransk, we see even less.
There are several traditions in our family. First: every May 9, we with the whole family go to the rally, and then to the cemetery to my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, who were participants in the Great Patriotic War. Every year, since childhood, I have been waiting for this holiday, since my parents brought me love for it.
Second, every Christmas we gather and celebrate together. I believe that Christmas is a family holiday, and the whole family should be assembled.
I believe that our family is friendly, everyone tries to listen to each other and take into account the interests of each.