The first stage of childhood was with mother's cuddles and a thousand giggles. The second stage was colorful, with spontaneous play and lots of 'why?'s. The third stage was awkward. Girls on one side and boys on the other, we played family and they played with guns. The fourth stage I wouldn't have said was the last. They took my game away and put the book in my hands. They replaced my stories with lessons and my drawings with maps. Please let me know when the bell rings and I can get back to playing. I don't like it here.
(temă în parteneriat cu Ideo Ideis, 2022)
(Translated by Liliana Popescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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