I have many fond memories of my childhood. I had an incredible respect for nature, love and unconditional respect for my family, near and far. From child, I never talked bad about anyone. I was not saying bad words, I was not strange quirks (except for those that made all the children of the world). Do not answer back to teachers and professors. I was really happy and grateful when I opened a present, nobody has ever had an urge, "Well?" No thanks ", but I was not hysterical scenes of false compliments. The gifts were simple, in the stockings of the Epiphany were nuts and tangerines and loose round the mind. And I wanted to become a veterinarian, or volunteer in a recovery center injured animals, marine biologist ... I know, then the dreams were shattered, but have remained with me throughout childhood.
purely imaginary friends I had not anthropomorphic! I swallows in the courtyard of the nuns who saw only me and with whom I spoke, I came to visit bringing gifts and precious secrets ... My sister and I do not rigged, we and our cousins \u200b\u200bdid slide down the hills, filling up early in the underpants of land, or somersaults on endless meadows of daisies and poppies fully rediscovered by green signs and insects among the clothes. We ran barefoot. All'alimentari We played with the seller and the customer (make that I was the meat dishes were ...), stones, marble powder sugar, earth was the cocoa. We used to play war with apples. They did the elephant dung with water and earth! And you ate the potatoes cooked under the grill in the farmyard, pelandosi fingers in his haste to taste. We went in search of pine nuts, they accumulated a lot 'and then crushing them with stones and had a taste of intense mixed with resin, someone sfragnava too much power for the stone! Ah, what a rage!
How many hot feast of freshly picked figs from the tree! How many knuckles feast of just-picked fresh from the tree! And the smell of sun dried tomatoes, boiled and ready to be passed and put in brown bottles of Peroni beer! Put the cap was a responsible job, be careful, otherwise bursts. And sometimes broke out in earnest, perhaps during the night in total silence of the countryside.
hunted lizards and crickets, never half twist hair! I spent hours watching the tadpoles in the ponds and tanks. I fed to ducks and chickens. I watched the bees for hours.
With parents, uncles and cousins \u200b\u200bspent their days in the woods looking for mushrooms, they were picnicking on the lawn with bread and cheese.
summer we went camping. Ah, how nice the camp! Although we were small staff to wash dishes! Now I miss him so much go with the tray of dishes Camping to clean the sinks in the bathrooms, the sponge and the Swift. In turn, the other a lather rinse. We always prefer to lather. I miss the yellow arms. I miss swimming with fins blue "Swallow". Waiting for the bathroom (you just ate! Must spend at least four hours! Exaggeration!). Apricot fruit juice after your bath. I miss the turtles, frogs and hedgehogs, which stood and fed and cared for throughout the holiday period.
A snack you ate homemade bread and oil, or bread and sugar, or bread and San Marzano. If there was good bread and jam. And the egg! It was lunch with the beaten egg to cool grandmother. Every now and then with a little 'bitter cocoa Perugina inside. What I could never do it again the same soft and fluffy. When I do crunches sugar between the teeth and the red is too much ... red. The good water to drink in the country is going to take it with plastic containers at source, endless walking for half an hour in the sun, finding a bit 'under the cool shade of the acacia trees, collecting sweets in the meantime more brambles .
toasted almonds, the sugar that made the other grandmother! Sundays with all the relatives at the table, eating couscous or polenta! And when the boys arrived at the table slices breaded and fried potatoes was a great joy, because it was their daily bread. Whoever was the water, you had to raise refill the pitcher. We got up only once finished everything and went to play quietly or sleep or read Mickey from 14 to 16, because there was "the hour of silence."
Master Mind, Scrabble, Simon, Scala Quaranta with your parents or grandparents with broom, card games were the games of carefree afternoons or evenings after dinner. You could not see much TV.
There were even butterflies and fireflies.
I am happy and grateful for my childhood. I'm terrified of failing to give equal or at least like Matilda or children to come. Where are the dreams? Where are the aspirations? I must not and will not consider the desire to become a singer to go to friends and be famous, an aspiration.
Vanessa
