Childhood Love
Can You believe it ... Yesterday I saw my kindergarden boyfriend...
I haven't seen him for... let's think... 21 years. But as far as I remember it was him.
Oh, probably the first "love" in my life. I remember him wearing girlish leggins and the flowerish apron. But above all that he was very sweet- he drew pictures for me (unfortunately all my kindergarden "artworks" were thrown away to trash by my highly not sentimental daddy), he shared with me toys and was my second half when the whole group had dancing classes. I admired him for knowing geography (although I didn't know that word then)- he impressed me as he was the only child who could show on the map Wisła- the greates river in Poland. One stormy afternoon, when it was raining cats and dogs , we took a very grave decision- we decided to get married. In our talks about our future life together our greatest dream was ... to have a colour TV.
You must know, that my kindergarden years were closing Poland to the end of comunism, but still we had to wear red ribbons and sing and recite poems about Stalin and ZSRR. The shops were almost empty, people had to stand in few-days-queues to get a fridge or a radio, and for the car- of course only produced in comunist country, one had to wait for months. So having a colour TV was rarity.
Well, that's just a colourful memory from those grey and scary years.
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5 comments:
when i read this i have something like movie projected in my mind.
imagination just follows Your words ;)
Wow, thaks a lot! That's quite a compliment- maybe I should be a writer? ( just joking) :))))
bad times, but at least you remember something good about it!
Yeah, Greame- those were my childhood years- carefree and happy. Many things that were connected with comunism I olny relised years later, when they all got to me from a distant memory. Eiter way, I wouldn't trade my chidhood for any other.
HI nika, it's better to have no regret... Thanks for revealing us a little part of your story. By the way, this makes me think about the kind of paper you created when you were a child, this "Echo" magazine... You promised me to scan some bits of it...
Kisses
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