I went through the lockdown very badly. In those days I felt very depressed because I was always at home. But sometimes I with my mom and dad would go out into the street (because in that state of emergency there wasn’t even a car) or onto the balcony to get some air. Every day I had my pc with Whatsapp open where I communicated with my fifth grade teacher; there my teacher sent us some photos of some photocopies that we had to print and then carry out. After a few months we discovered Classroom and also Meet where we could finally communicate not by writing but by talking.
We continued to do this until June, the last day of school we all said goodbye (although I could always meet my former classmates).
To conclude I would like to say that I had Covid and I had a very bad time, perhaps even worse than the lock-down, because I had a fever of up to 38.4, a cold and I felt so dejected, then more than 10 days went by.
When I became negativized, I “moved” to my grandmother, because I was healed before my parents, instead they recovered after almost a week. When my mom became negativized it was Saturday so I decided that same evening to “move back” to my house and from that moment we were no longer worried about taking the covid because my family and I had recently recovered.