I am going to spend this weekend at home. Ususally, I do my lessons, read books and play computer games on weekends. This weekend I have plans to go to some interesing places. These may be a museum, one of city's gardens. If the wather is good, I will ride my bike on Sunday and may work in the garden on Saturday. Part of the holidays I send helping about the house. One or two weekends a month I visit grandparents: there I eat some nice food. If I sleep a lot, I risk to miss some of the plans for a weekend.
Объяснение:
My mom is the best in the world. Her lovely smile, her brown eyes, her gentle hands will forever remain in my heart. I do not imagine without life. After all, she's for me everything ... who does not like me for the children! Mom is my first word. Thanks to my mother, I made the first steps, with my mother I taught the alphabet, learned to read, beautifully write and correctly outlute my thoughts. I remember how she sat next to my crib when I was sick. I remember how I washed me with their gentle hands. Mom always rejoices with me with my little victories and supports in a difficult moment. And for me, the mother is a light tank light, indicating the path.