When I saw the sea for the first time I was older: eight to nine years, however, old enough to have memories of that day. My took us on purpose, in the day, a Sunday: Fiat 850 yellow (like pee), Milan-Genoa and first place just outside the city: Arenzano. I remember a place (of course) bought the cake.
Until then, I had only ever heard of the sea and I could not understand so much . I did not understand how he could hold much water. And the concept that never ended, I just could not assimilate. The same thing happened to me on the motorway: Every time I asked my father who was in his head, thinking that everything had to carry like a Formula 1 Grand Prix. Small signs of a difficult childhood
... I remember that once you are on the boardwalk, I was almost numb-a-bit 'to fix the water. Probably I was a little 'disappointed. I expected different a bit 'more important. Boh. Like many of the memories I have as a child, I do not know whether they were really so, or more probably a figment of my imagination and re-processing (post processing , we would say computer).
As a family we had not been designed for the sea: we were accustomed to the mountain and, at most, to the lake. Years and years of playing in the mountains always green (due to too much rain) of Rezzago. Hence probably came across my clumsiness and inability to live in the sea. From the discomfort of the sand and sunscreen, shade morbid adoration; burns from the inevitable boredom of having to use the shovel and bucket. Salt water and all its side effects. The sea
I have learned to live as big, when I began to distinguish the efforts by the joys: so that now I do readings of relaxing in the cool bars in the bathrooms, rather than arguing with the bouncer where, among ' another 'I have not found a peaceful way of being able to read the newspaper. I also learned to enjoy the fruits of the sea: the baptism I did it during a holiday in Bisceglie, where Mauro introduced me to this fantastic world making me enjoy the taste of eating raw sea urchin on the beach (I paid the 4 days of diarrhea and fever to 39, with epochal filling of baths!).
Paul was already last year, but this time it was definitely made its official debut at the focus: we arrived on their own feet, free to play with sand and water.
The beginning was difficult, very suspicious. Then he slowly began to let go. He stared at the water. I think he could not understand why coming and going constantly. I was wondering what idea you were doing the wave and how long you will continue to think of this strange phenomenon until a loyal physics professor will try to explain all the theory, doing so in pieces - in one fell swoop - all the stories that will be built up to that point.
I wonder if Paul will be an animal from the beach (taking from mother) or mountain (taking from me)? Who knows how many will be quarrels with the children of the sun close to a trivial star Formina? (We have already seen that those seahorses do not like very much ...)
And who knows how many girls will fall in love, peering between the sun and listening to (pretending to be concerned) the songs of their favorite singers. To my
time if you wanted to bring home the result you had to know the whole repertoire of Baglioni was an insurmountable obstacle for me and I succumbed. The result was predictable and horribly ungenerous in me.
But like all things, with the singers who most recently running (and especially their songs), maybe my son to become a fan of Claudione softie!
PS: Speaking of enjoying the fruits of the sea yesterday, while you were at the restaurant for lunch, Paul had his first experience with totanini fried: the joy and pleasure that has long passed that accompanied the Plasmon biscuits that-at this point to go to the second position.
