Stage 1: The wonder years

Remembering what was my childhood has filled me with emotion. It is not that I
have never done it, however it is not something I do every day, at least not so in
depth.
For me it was an incredible moment, where I spent many hours playing with
friends in the street, feeling that the permits to go to the square, (the one that was
no more than 1 block from my house), was like going on a trip to a really distant
place, for which I could not forget my canteen and my flashlight.
Those were the first moments in which I felt the rigor of a punishment for doing
something wrong. The first moments in which I understood that everything we do
generates an effect (in ourselves or in other people) and that many of these things
that we do are forgiven only and only because we are children.
I felt the attraction for a person for the first time and I will probably never forget
the moment when, on his birthday, someone told me "tell him you want to be his
girlfriend" and I did not dare, (he was minus 7 years old).

Anyway, I think I was tremendously lucky with a childhood full of happy moments,
with many family reunions and a lot of love, but tears and anguish were not
absent.