sunday is memories

My first memory after being born is going with my mom to the kindergarten. I was very little, I’ve been told I was barely 3 years old, it was very early in the morning, and my mother had to go to work. She tried to leave me at the kindergarten, with no success whatsoever. I was crying my lungs out, standing on one side of the exit door, my mom on the other side. I remember I finally calmed down for a while, and met Vali, a strange little girl, who was warming herself by a little fireplace/stove. Then everything is blurred out. I’ve been told I was crying all the time, so I had to be moved in the same group my brother was in, even though he was 4 years older. He took care of me.

What is your first memory?

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  1. primele amintiri sunt de cand ma ridicam din leagan si ma prindeam cu mainile de marginea lui ca sa pot sta in picioare. majoritatea lor sunt crampeie dintr-o usa cu geam la care probabil ma tot zgaiam in asteptarea fiintelor familiare. insa cea mai vivida amintire pe care o am din prima copilarie incepe cu constientizarea faptului ca tocmai fusesem imbracata intr-o salopeta pentru bebelusi (din aia cu tot cu ciorapi) atat de incorfortabila incat ma tot foiam tragand de ea. si in toata nebunia asta, privirea mi se duce brusc in stanga unde ochii-mi vad pe mama apropiindu-se de mine usor, zambind, cu cerceii ei lungi clatinandu-si subtirimea la fiecare pas (cerceii erau verzi- mai tarziu i-am recunoscut din poze). stiu fara urma de indoiala ca tot scancitul meu s-a oprit o data cu aparitia ei. atat de puternic mi-a tipat instinctul ca ea este creatorul si salvatorul meu incat imprimarea acelei emotii a fost definitiva.

    • oh, wow, cat de fain ai descris. poate o sa incerc sa desenez, la un moment dat, momentul asta povestit de tine. foarte misto. cam pe la ce varsta se intampla asta?


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