Happiness has short hair 😜

After a little more than a month without posting I am happy to do so in this community, thanks to the always varied and interesting topics proposed by Galen.

Sometimes reality becomes a little denser than usual and time seems to get shorter. The routine and monotony of work crushes creativity and drains all energy, so I am grateful to have found inspiration in this initiative and I share with you a picture of my childhood and some considerations.

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I was a happy child, there were moments that I remember with clarity and others are like the negative of an old movie damaged by the passage of time.

When I was only 5 years old my parents separated and from living in the capital of the country I went with my mom to live with my maternal grandparents in the countryside. At first it was a bit difficult. I arrived in the middle of the school year and I remember clearly when I entered my new classroom. I was wearing pigtails with ridiculously large red bows and everyone looked at me like I was a weirdo 🤣. One girl (with equally ridiculous bows 😆) offered me to sit next to her...we are still friends 🥰.

Thus began my school life in a school with teachers I respect and love, even after so many years and who love me equally. I met my first friends there and we are still friends to this day.

The town where I grew up is small with an exuberant nature, I spent my childhood days in direct contact with it. I walked free, without danger or fear. I bathed in the rivers and creeks of the area with my friends. We would go camping with our teachers in the pine-covered mountains. We enjoyed these outdoor activities, they were our daily routine.

At home, as in many others, there was no electricity, but it wasn't necessary...at least for us little ones. There were many ways to have fun and spend time.

I loved the weekends when they would set up the circus tent at the baseball stadium...it was quite the event!!!! Or the nights when the mobile cinema would come with Chaplin or Laurel and Hardy movies. A car with a loudspeaker would drive around town announcing the time and the movie that would be shown. Several hours before it started, an army of us kids were tangled in the cables and scaffolding of the white screen. The people in charge of the projector scolded us because we did not let them work 🤭. That was MAGIC and as such I treasure it in my memory.

From those years I remember with much displeasure when my mom combed my hair to go to school. She would gather my hair in pigtails with very tight braids (so I wouldn't get lice 😆 ). I think that traumatized me...I can't stand anything that tightens my head. I disliked it so much that one day I went to the only hairdresser in town and told her that my mom had sent me to get my hair cut around my shoulders and with bangs. The fearful woman asked me several times to which I must have answered very confidently because I got her to do it,...I was 9 years old 🤪. When I got home I received a tremendous scolding, but since then I have never had long hair again....objective achieved!!!!. Happiness, from that day on, was complete!!!! 🤣

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