When we were kids, things were different.

Most problably the plastic used for our toys was toxic, but we loved the smell of it and wooden toys, oh please, no way!

Eyes of teddy bears came off and we would go to mum and say “look mum….” holding in our tiny hands not just the eye, but also one-inch rusty pin behind it…

Our parents would tell us every day, when going to school – yes, because we would walk alone – “do not accept candies from strangers!”. That was it.

In the Winter after Doposcuola we would play hide and seek in the cemetery, got caught so much in the fun, and remain closed in….and shout our heads off in order to attract attention from passers-by. Of course, punition by our parents would be then mandatory. And understood. Part of the thrill.

And lastly, in the Summer we would play in rocky river beds and find unexploded cartridges from WWII, helmets and SS military badges (our own version of History Channel). That was in the late 70s, not in the late 40s.

Today dolls are spying on kids via bluetooth. And who knows for which means. I miss our old dangers.

2 Responses to “T(r)oy”

  1. February 18, 2017 at 10:37

    Terribile le bambole che spiano i bambini … Che bei ricordi che hai !

  2. 2 stripedcat
    February 18, 2017 at 12:46

    😉 infanzia a 100m dalla cortina di ferro….bei tempi…. 😀

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