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Children’s Day


My inner child still celebrates and fondly remembers this day.

This reminds me of a storie I wrote on Cowbird and being a child.

Where the Wild Things Are

Also known as childhood.

Sometimes I miss being a child. I know, “don´t we all?”
But what I miss the most about mine is that feeling I got when I thought that behind a door could very possibly be a monster.
I was also always suspicious that whenever I left my room and closed the door behind me, my dolls would communicate with eachother. Not necessarily talk, but I was certain that they winked as a special code that only they understood. At night they would whisper their secrets while I slept.

What now seems silly, made perfect sense back then. I miss these little things.

I love this photo. I think it sums up my childhood perfectly. I loved climbing trees with my friend Mariana (left on the photo).

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  • Reply
    Analog Girl
    02/06/2014 at 9:04 AM

    Tu estás igual! És daquelas pessoas que não muda muito desde a infância (eu também!) 🙂
    E essa coisa de imaginar monstros e que os brinquedos comunicavam uns com os outros… eu também fazia isso! Há coisas que são tão iguais em todos nós… 🙂

    • Reply
      joan of july
      02/06/2014 at 11:38 PM

      Hehehe… Achas? Fico muito feliz se ainda conservo alguns dos meus traços de criança. Adoro olhar para fotos antigas e ainda reconhecer-me. 😀

      É verdade, Joana. Penso que todas as crianças faziam isso. Nada mais normal e saudável. É sinal de éramos felizes e inocentes como as crianças devem ser. :)*

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