A Story From Childhood.

It was a warm, summer day. I was six, maybe seven years old. I was on a lane where beautiful flowers were growing along it.
I rode my little bike when it began raining. Flowers buried their heads in the sand, protecting their petals against huge drops. I stopped and stood near my bike. I was very impatience when I was waiting for sun's return. At last, the sun turned up from the clouds and flowers rose to it. Little birds began to fly away from their nests and they sang a wonderful melody. I started to follow these birds and this stunning song. I didn't think what could happen to me. I ran to the vast and sombre forest. I felt a chill. Strange sounds came from that forest. I was terrified. The melody trailed away. I could not do any move. Suddenly, bug and furious wolves with red and horrible eyes went out from the darkness. They began running towards me! I was disorientated. I escaped as fast as I was able to. It was very quiet. But I saw a very bright point opposite me which was growing with every of my step. I ran to the end of the lane and...
I heard my mum's voice: "wake up, it's your first day at school". I opened my eyes. I was in my little room and the sun was shining through the white blinds. It was only a dream...