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Неизживяно детство

От 10-годишен, когато за пръв път усетих тръпката да стъпя на нестабилната дъска на скейтборда се влюбих в усещането. Дълго след това мечтаех да си имам свое чудо на колелца, но когато баща ми отиде в командировка в Германия, вместо със скейт, се върна с касетофон...и аз се захванах с музика.

Мечтата ми да карам скейт, обаче не увяхна! За жалост, баща ми се върна със скейт от командировката в Русия. Това означаваше, че години наред се мъчих с някакво жалко подобие на скейт, докато момчетата пред ФК във Варна караха специалните дъски с космически форми и страхотни рисунки.

Така, когато заводът за перални Перла нещо прищрака и взе да прави грозни, но по-големи от руските скейтове, аз си събрах парите от стипендиите и дадох 84лв за поредния си грозен и нефункционален скейтборд.

По-късно пък "Леско" започнаха да правян някои по-интересни дъски и аз си откраднах почти без да искам една от техните дъски на едно скейт състезание. Отново формата, теглото, картинките и размера на скейта ми бяха презримо-невдъхновяващи.

И така, един слънчев ден, в "малката спортна зала" отвориха скейт-щанд. Бях зашеметен! Не можех да повярвам на очите си! Там продаваха най-изящните и интересни скейтове от списанията и филмите!...по 500лв дъската. "На старите цени". Не е лесно да сравня цените днес, но знам, че хленчих на дядо си, който току-що беше продал камиона си - Мерцедес- с който работеше за 4000лв. Това означава, че 8 скейта се равняваха на един камион "Мерцедес". Ходи, че смятай.

Но най-после си имах страхотен невероятен скейт, който като че ли повече пазех отколкото да карам - та така и не станах добър в спорта. Е, сега когато 'порастнах', най-после можах да зарадвам детето в мен и да го затрупам с моделите, които мечтаех като малък. Само че сега вече ги разглеждаме с моето дете и си разказваме историйки за дракони, скелети и древни скейтъри...

Мечтите се сбъдват...понякога късничко, но е по-добре от никога!

 

Datedays

I adore date-days! They make me remember who I am, who my awesome wife is and who we are!

Life is amazing!

6am...

I just wanna sleep one night without being woken up at 5-30 or 6am! I have never once had a full and calm night's sleep for almost 5 years. And sometimes the attitude is just what could make me blow up:

Coffee office #1

Snuck up on my alkA today while she's studying in a nearby coffee shop. This is what her morning office looked like 

Keys to The Doors

a poem I enjoyed..

I loved your eye of wonder: your third and fourth and fifth years spent astonished,
widening your eyes at each new trick of the world - 
and me standing there,
solemnly explaining how it was done.
The moon, the stars, the rainbows, 
photographs, gravity, the birds in the air,
the difference between blood and water.

In true life? you would say, looking up
and I would nod, like some broken-hearted sage,
knowing there would be no answers soon
to all the big questions that were left,
to cruelty and fear,
to age and grief and death,
and no words either.
And you, like me, will sit and shake your head.
In true life? 
Yes, my sweet, strong one, I'm afraid there is all this as well,
and this is it: true life.


by Robin Robertson

Buddies

Parenthood. Never what I expected. So much more difficult than I thought. And now - so much better than it was. These past few weeks I can feel a new fun era of fatherhood emerging. Sami is now a person with opinions, likes, dislikes, and even a stance on some serious issues such as the dinosaurs still live and some train-tracks near our home in Brisbane no longer in use, are in fact millions of years old.

He is at the stage where he wants to do everything himself - make his breakfast, pour his water, bring me another beer from the fridge, massage mommy, drill holes, tie screws, vacuum the house...It's overwhelming of course and difficult as hell as A and I both know he'll drop, spill, mess up, and break things. But we try to bite our tongues and let him be...as much as we can before he fills his sleeve with water when pouring himself a glass.

The most amazing part of it all is the communication - in a funny Englo-Bulgarian we raves about dinosaurs, about "The Night at the Museum", about fossils, sea creatures and not eating animals. Ever! He cannot comprehend how people slaughter a cute little creature and put it on their plates. We never forced him to be vegetarian, on the contrary - offered him meat so he could choose. But we did explain where it came from, so Sami won't grow in the denial and oblivion most others do thinking that there is no connection between the life, the slaughterhouse and their plates.

Our games are so much more fun these days that fatherhood really grows on me. Oh of course, I still need a glass or four of wine at the end of the day, to strip off the wHining but at least I am now more tired than flustered.

When we were on our little campervan trip around the beaches of North Queensland, we set up a little surprise for him - fossil digging at the beach. And that made his trip! He was mesmerized! And the friendship grew even stronger...

So to those of you, tired, frustrated and confused by parenting, hiding behind masks, so they can meet social expectations of being perfect moms and dads, I can gladly say - it will be fun! And that fun may last for a very short time before you get rejected by your teenager. So, embrace it and leave facebook for the moments when you REALLY will have no chance to roll little cars down the cabinet or play with dolls. Live in the now!