Tales from the Childhood

Creanga, Ion Creanga is agent 007 of childhood memories. This guy had a fantastic childhood and I remember his stories with a joy similar to my son’s watching Captain Fantastic.

But my 007 stories from childhood are toy-less. My parents recall their childhood marked by a World War followed by a long period of Communism when there were no toys.

Now I feel a 008 and I tell a story sitting on a gorgeous beach in Brazil.

My Dad bought me a toy train. I used to put it together once a year and I needed an entire living room for this. The rest of the year it was kept in the topmost drawer of the living room furniture that was full of trinkets.

As a child, I had to go past level one of the porcelain elephants. The ballerinas had their exercises on level two while a small Chinese guy under disguise as a fisherman was guarding the secret entrance pretending he was fishing.

I am part of the generation of kids “with their keys tied around their necks” (taking care of themselves after school and until their parents came home). It was hard and risky to try to access the magic drawer while the parents were not at home.

Following the same idea I bought Aris a drone on his birthday. We were in Chile back then. They played with it pretty much as I played with my childhood train: almost at all. Until the day I lost it in Paraguay. He wasn’t upset at all. He wasn’t very attached to my toy! 🙂

On my birthday I already told you that I bought myself a professional drone. My father might not approve of that, but I let Aris play with it. I know, he is a child, it is expensive and he might loose it.

What about childhood, don’t we lose it also?

If not now, then when?

Dad, don’t be mad, but I promised Aris that if he loses the drone I will give him the train that you so carefully kept.

If not now, then when?

Amintiri din Copilarie

Creanga. Ion Creanga este agentul 007 al amintirilor din copilarie. A avut nenea Ionica o copilarie fantastica si-mi amintesc de povestile lui cu o bucurie egala cu a lui fii-miu cand se uita la Captain Fantastic.

Dar povestile 007 ale copilariei mele erau fara jucarii. Parintii mei imi povestesc despre copilaria lor marcata de un Razboi Mondial urmata de o lunga perioada de Comunism in care nu existau jucarii.

Acum, ma simt un 008 si relatez de pe o plaja superba din Brazilia o amintire din copilarie!

Tata mi-a cumparat un trenulet cand eram copil. Il montam o data pe an si aveam nevoie de o sufragerie intreaga. In restul anului era pastrat cu sfintenie in raftul cel mai de sus al bibliotecii pline cu bibelouri.

Copiil fiind trebuia sa cutreier padurea elefantilor de portelan, nivelul unu. Balerinele exersau la nivelul doi iar un chinez mic sub acoperire pazea intrarea fermecata , prefacandu-se ca pescuieste.

Fac parte din generatia copiilor cu cheia de gat. Era greu si riscant sa incerc sa accesez dulapul magic in lipsa parintilor.

Pe acelasi sablon i-am cumparat lui Aris o drona chiar de ziua lui.  Eram in Chile pe vremea aia. S-a jucat cu ea cat m-am jucat si eu cu trenuletul in copilarie. Mai deloc.

Pana in ziua in care i-am pierdut-o in Paraguai. Nu s-a suparat! Nu era prea atasat de jucaria mea! 🙂

De ziua mea v-am povestit ca mi-am luat o drona, profesionala de aceasta data.

Poate se va supara tata cand va citi dar i-am dat-o lui Aris sa se joace cu ea.

Da, stiu, e copil si a costat mult si o poate pierde.

Dar copilaria nu se pierde?

Daca acum nu, atunci cand?

Tata, nu te supara pe mine, dar i-am promis lui Aris ca daca va pierde drona o sa-i dau trenuletul pastrat de tine cu sfintenie!

Daca acum nu, atunci cand?

  • Valentin Huciu
    Posted at 07:39h, 12 March Reply

    Sunt alte vremuri acum. Cred că în adâncul tău ști de ce părinții nu prea ne lăsau atunci să ne bucurăm de jucăriile atât de prețioase.

    • Gabi
      Posted at 04:13h, 13 March Reply

      Pentru ca n-ar mai fi fost pretioase? 🙂

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