Young Nudist in nature and sweet fellowship
My attention was attracted by a very old and very ancient thing.
Randomly deciding to dig in old things in the attic, I found a dusty, ashen from past years, notebook. She proudly called Diary. The smile emotion appeared on my face because I was holding her in my arms for about twenty years. But after a few seconds, quickly running through the few lines, I went back to my childhood, or rather teenage life. I am no longer so naive and simple-minded, not so open and not so brave. Life has taught to really fight, tossing the test...
Rubric: Nudists in nature