Birthdays

“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.” ― William Shakespeare

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Another year, another birthday gone. I’ve grown a bit wiser/hopefully/, I’ve gathered another set of memories. Some good, some not that much, but for sure I’ve added at least a lesson more. And each day has been a present, even if not appreciated appropriately due to stormy weather or just because of the storms life offers us. But I’m happy to be an year older and thankful to all the people who shared my day with me. Thank you!

This year the best moment of my birthday was my cake. My very dear friend Maria surprised me with heart-shaped Red velvet cake and it made me feel really loved and blessed to have people like her around me. Because on the end of the day, what matters is the people that care about us and I am proud to say that my family and friends care about me.

Red Velvet Delight

Red Velvet Delight

Today, a week after my birthday, it’s my aunt Mary’s birthday. I want to wish her a wonderful day and to let her know, that despite the distance I think of her on her special day! Happy birthday my precious auntie Mary!

Auntie Mary and I on my first birthday

Auntie Mary and I on my first birthday

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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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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