Sweet memories

I found the other day some old, black and white pictures from some time ago, when life was so different and I was just an innocent child that had no idea about the world and the challenge one has to face to fit in. Time when everything was only a happy game and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

It all started with my mom and dad, they met, fell in love and got married June 22, 1975.

Mom and dad

And then on December 9, 1976 is when I came. I wonder what it was like to see the world at first? It’s a shame we don’t remember our thoughts as babies. No doubt everything was way too colorful and full with strange sounds.

6 months old

What I treasure the most from my childhood is my birthdays, mom’s homemade cakes and the family together. I have a album with pictures from each birthday, but the early photos in black and white are the ones I love very much.

First birthday, I was just walking and apparently I ended up stepping inside the cake.

Someone had the brilliant idea to take a picture of me and the cake on the floor, no one of course expected me to stand up and go boldly for the cake.

Second birthday photos are mostly with funny faces I’ve made and everyone having fun with me.

2 years old

with mom, second birthday

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I miss often those years when we would play outside all day, at granny’s house or on the street and it would be absolutely safe to do so.

Today kids play with PSP and video games, you can’t see them running on the streets freely, holding piece of bread in one hand and wooden stick in the other.

Lifestyle has changed so much and the charm of being a kid is somehow gone. I remember my brother and I had very few toys, but we loved them very much. Now kids have cupboards full of toys and none of them appreciated.

I didn’t have Barbie, with communism in Bulgaria much of the Western products were not on the market, but I had Russian dolls, two, Masha and Natasha.

Natasha turned into flying body parts after a “friendly” game with my brother, but Masha is still alive, at home, in my room. Not with her original dress, but a dress mom made for her, because I decided to try my drawing skills on the white dress Masha had, with a permanent marker and then when I didn’t like it and I tried to wash the marker away, surprise … the dress was ruined. There were some tears, that I remember.

Father Christmas was rather scary than pleasant person … Guess what’s inside the box? Masha :)

To make me do things I don’t want to do, big mistake …

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I always wanted to grow up fast, to be a “big” person with responsibilities and personal life, but sometimes when I remember the days back, I think I could use some of the innocence of the childhood and the moments when all I had to care about was a game with Masha or Natasha and a lovely hug from my parents.

And since turning back the time is not possible, I’m glad, I at least have these sweet memories …

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My brother’s 4th birthday, with mom and dad.

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© 2011 Broken Sparkles

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A little of everything post

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The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.

Albert Einstein

Dear Mr. Einstein, I truly admire all your greatness and love your quotes which I often use, but I have one question …

How come they almost never apply to my persona?

Like the quote above? How come with me everything happens at the same time?

This past week I wanted to do so many posts here, but real life happened at once and I just couldn’t.

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I wanted to make a post about the interview with me at Jingle Poetry, which you can read here, if you still haven’t

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Scent of my heart

and to thank everyone that left me beautiful comments.

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I wanted in the same post to share about the interview I did at Jingle Poetry with Caribbean Fool and thank him

for his time and the fun doing the questions and reading the answers,

and most of all to thank him for the smiles.

Meet The Poet On Wednesday – Caribbean Fool

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I planned on writing a poem to accept the Perfect Poet Award, at Thursday Rally, for week 38, given me by Jingle.

I accept the award here and my nomination goes to Ina.

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I wanted to thank Cherlyn and Sonam for being patient with me on our little projects.

Girls, I promise I’ll go back to normal soon.

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Thank you everyone that came here and left a comment, spent time to read and appreciate my posts.

I’m sorry if I’ve missed to answer a comment or return a visit, it wasn’t on purpose.

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And last …

I wanted to share a little happiness with you, my poem What if …?,

my Potluck entry for this week,

was included in an online literary journal

Whippoorwill journal

and all this thanks to Marissa Mullins.

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To end the post, one more thank you to Jamie Dedes for everything and always, just because she is Jamie.

Come back tomorrow and read a post dedicated to Jamie.

If you haven’t read her poem The Jinn Poet, you should, masterful writing.

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Love you all …

It’s funny how yesterday I was asking for another Sunday and today I’m glad it’s Monday …

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Time

It’s Wednesday, my favorite day of the week! Happy Hump Day everyone! I hope you all have less tensed week than mine! Being back to work after a week away, right now I feel that I need vacation after the vacation! I love going away, I love seeing new places, but when I come back the first days are … ruthlessly hard, fierce!

I wanted tonight to have a post about post cards, about collections and hobbies, but did I have the time to sit and write it? Absolutely not! The last few days have been running, running and running again. Hectic mornings, quick showers, almost warm coffee in one hand, jacket and umbrella in the other and my feet on the curves of time. Behind me two arrows, one small and one big, metal and unpleasantly cold, pushing me, saying :” Come on! Hurry up! You’re late!” And I obey, half asleep, half awake, not able to react, I just listen and obey! Living in a free world and not having any freedom, captured in the prison of time! Tangled in seconds, minutes, hours … and 24 of them are not enough, I need at least 48 these days.

I sat earlier on a bench next to the bus-stop, happy that and this day is gone and I get to go home, thinking of my dark blue arm-chair and the quietness in my flat, dreaming of sitting and doing nothing, dreaming of the time still and everything else around with it. No movements, no sounds, no phones to answer or buses to chase, no effort to apply… just me and my inside peace, having a moment of sweetness, having a minute without to think. Wishful thinking …

“Time” by RedSheep Photography

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© 2010  Broken Sparkles

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