Every summer of my childhood I went to the sport camping, because I was a gymnast.
It was the best imaginations of my summer vocations.
And I 'd like to share with you these warm and happy memories.
I remember how we came to the camp with heavy baggage.
There were not only clothers, but also gymnastic items: hoops, balls, ribbons, clubs and rope.
I looked forward to the each camp session.
I will never forget the endless trainings in the camp, camp cross and dancing in the evenings.
Peace in the camp seemed to me quite different.
I was only seven and those short life without mother taught me to be independent, responsible and strong.
In addition, I want to emphaze that my coach became for me as the mum.
I still keep in the memory her strict, demanding look in the training, bent at the elbows hands clasped with each other, which were held at the waist.
She put heart and soul into her pupils and is very worried about us.
Outside of training, she was gentle woman who could listen, give an advise, support and nice to smile.
We went to swim to the river and got a sunbuth on the warm sand together.
Moreover, all sporsmen every day had been set up to the train.
And I saw this as a part of my unforgettable vocation.
Jogging through the woods, a light puff of wind, scorching sun and the smell of blueberries and forest strawberries will remain forever in my memory.
In conclusion, I can't forget to mention that such holidays helped me become purposeful and responsible.
I learned tp cope with difficulties.
I regard that sport is not only a sound boby, but also a sound mind.
October 2014
Szavazz most! 