Children's Day: the editorial staff of "Cleo" remembered childhood

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2024-01-31 13:47

Today, June 1, is International Children's Day. Without going into the scientific details of the holiday, we all know that children and childhood are wonderful. Who, if not children, brings pure, genuine emotions into this world and is a great happiness for adults.

And on this day, the editorial staff of "Cleo" (including regular contributors) decided to remember their childhood - what kind of children we were, who we wanted to become (at the same time compare what it all led to in the end:)).

Meet us many years ago:

Julia Shepeleva, editor-in-chief

I was born into a creative family, so my path was probably predetermined. Neither mom nor dad were against all my creative ideas - and there were a lot of them. I loved not only doing something new (drawing, writing poems, songs, even recording my own radio on cassettes), but also reworking the old (poor dolls mercilessly cut their hair, clothes “altered” as best they could. Fortunately, I had a lot of paper, and they got more). And, probably, my profession could not be anything other than creative.

At the same time, I was a rather modest child, a homebody with a limited circle of friends. But on the other hand, I really believed in fairy tales and dreamed that, like their heroines, one day I would break out into the big world, where I would reveal myself in all its glory, and I would also meet the prince, where without him. My fairy tale came true when I grew up, so I always and now wish everyone to believe in my dreams and sincere desires.

Evelina Zozulya, editor of the "News" column

From early childhood I was terribly interested in fashion and style. Probably, it could not be otherwise, since my children's wardrobe was regularly replenished with cute new things from caring relatives and godfathers. Flirty bonnets (Lena Lenina herself would envy the luxury of my hats), stylish panamas, bright jeans and T-shirts. All this had to be combined and worn with a smart look. But today I am well versed in trends and regularly write about fashion shows. It turns out that it was not in vain that I suffered as a child, delving into fashion magazines and making up the first "capsules" of shorts, panamas and T-shirts with shoulder straps.

Anna Ivanova, quality manager

I was a very self-sufficient child - I could play with enthusiasm for hours myself. When familiar toys were boring, imagination and any improvised objects were used: felt-tip pens, chess and even socks - from all this, characters were created for games. Sometimes the preparation for the games was so thorough that there was not enough time for the game itself - it was time to put away toys and do other things.

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As far back as I can remember, I loved reading books, and when my parents sent me to bed and turned off the lights in the room, I would finish the chapter under the covers with a flashlight. Most of all I liked fairy tales and adventures, and I still adore fairy tales, and my thirst for adventure has transformed into a passion for travel.

In high school, of all subjects, Russian was my favorite. Sometimes the teacher instructed me to check the notebooks of classmates, and I loved it so much that I secretly dreamed of becoming a teacher in order to legally do this in the future:) Over time, the dream became irrelevant, but it almost came true anyway: now my work is partly related to proofreading. < / p>

Monica Mikaya, Advertising Manager

As a child, I was very calm and quiet. I loved dancing and listening to music. From a very young age, I wanted to become a doctor or archaeologist. A doctor - because I wanted to help and take care. Why an archaeologist? I adored Egypt - the pyramids and all sorts of historical riddles - and I wanted to join all this and find out many secrets that the history of different states, etc., hides in itself.

Olga Ryazantseva, social media administrator

As a child, I was a bully. She was mostly friends with the boys, from morning till night she played with them all sorts of "boyish" games in the yard. Slingshots and water pistols are about me. Although girly "classics" and "rubber bands" also took place, but in them I played mostly with the guys.

At the age of eight, according to school assignments, she wrote her first fairy tale. I liked it and I wrote another one. Then she began to write poetry and stories.

And since childhood, I loved to read, I learned how to do it already at the age of three! At the age of eight, according to school assignments, she wrote her first fairy tale. I liked it and I wrote another one. Then she began to write poetry and stories. I did all this just like that, for myself, because the process was enjoyable, because the result was joyful.

I was about ten years old when I saw on TV a pretty girl who was talking about her studies at the Faculty of Journalism and about the profession of a journalist in general. Then a thought flashed through my head: "I want to become like her!" A thought flashed and vanished into thin air. When I was later asked what I want to become in the future, I answered: “A teacher! Or an artist …”However, by the will of fate, at the age of 15, I looked into the newspaper office in my city (my friend wanted to get a part-time job there, and I went as a support group). I was also offered to write an article. I wrote … and since then I could not imagine any other future for myself. From the age of 15 to this day I have been working in journalism.

My childhood was very eventful, and it gave me the main love in my life - the love of creativity!

Elena Polyakova, author of the column "Beaumont"

A black mulberry tree grows on our street, with such a comfortable branch, as if you are sitting on a sofa, only surrounded by huge ripe berries. And, of course, I am all covered in these silk stains. And in the sand. Also, my knees are knocked down and painted with brilliant green. But I learned to ride a bike. He's twice as big as me, but I've already gotten used to him. Tomorrow we will go to the amusement park, I will ride my favorite "Camomile" and the Ferris wheel.

I will be smart, boldly combining green accents with a dress in hedgehogs and emphasizing the image with bows. I will drink prickly water with syrup from a vending machine, and to it - the most delicious ice cream in the world, an apricot "Torch" in a cone. Leontiev plays. I squint from the sun. And how many roses are there! White and red are so beautiful. And in our garden there are peonies. They are very fond of bronze beetles, they sit on them as important and shiny as brooches. Soon the strawberries will ripen, we will make jam. I also help - I align the covers with such a special machine. As a reward - a large plate of strawberries with sour cream and sugar and cartoons. Soon we will go to grandma's for the rest of the summer. Let's go to the zoo, ride carousels and take pictures with parrots. And then - for the first time in the first grade. I already have a form and a briefcase. My school is right in the center of the city, next to the "man with the torch."

That is, the monument to the "Worker of the Luhansk Region". This is Luhansk. This is 1991.

Marina Kabirova, author of the "Psychology" column

As a child, I was a big dreamer, and even the territory of the kindergarten was closely connected with a parallel universe, in which good and evil wizards lived, and in quiet hours, whole missions took place to save princesses from the clutches of villains. Belief in a miracle is, perhaps, something that still follows with me hand in hand. Maybe it’s naive, but for some reason in my life it is that way - and miracles, simple and more complicated, always find a place for themselves, helping a lot, especially when it is humanly difficult. It is still surprising to me how many right things we know about ourselves, being very little ones - about what makes us truly happy, about which profession is more suitable, how you can be sincere, real and be able not to lose yourself in the whirlpool of life events. Looking at children's photos, I seem to look into this childish wisdom, which is very useful in those moments when routine and "adulthood" temporarily overshadow the belief in a miracle, the ability to follow one's nature and enjoy the little things. But for happiness, in reality, very little is needed.

Katerina Pereverzeva, author, blogger

I grew up with my younger sister. We often came up with different games - both at home and in the yard. Our favorite game was chess. But we didn’t play at all the way everyone else did.

We had two sets of chess - wooden and plastic. This was our world of sixty-four inhabitants. Our pawns played the role of children, the rest were adults. Black - boys, white - girls. We transformed depersonalized figures with the help of plasticine, sculpting outfits and faces on them.

We built houses for our characters, building their layouts with pencils. We used the opened box as a house or a stage, dominoes served as benches, tables, beds.

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Childhood is a paradoxical time. It boomerang returns along with the title "parent". Someone is experiencing a second youth actively, someone passively. My parents preferred the first option. Moreover, in a variant weighed down by the creative component: dad is a director, mom is a choreographer.

In 1989, while resting in a tent town near Starocherkassk, they "knocked out" a dozen adults to organize a show adventure for their children: solving riddles, searching for treasures, talking with mermaids and … hunting a dragon! For seven days, the scenery was secretly prepared, scripts were written, costumes were sewn. Most of all efforts were required to create a six-meter winged monster. Branches - a frame, paper - leather, eyes - jars with burning candles … fear and horror, which, according to the author's idea, was supposed to soar up when the beloved children appeared. The parents were so carried away that the end result frightened them to the point of shivering. Naturally, they were looking forward to our reaction. The task of the children was to defeat the monster using bows and arrows with burning tips. And then the long-awaited moment has come - the dragon, lifted on cables by the two most powerful dads, jumps out of the grass, mothers squeal and anticipate … and children … children in cold blood shoot the paper villain without even bothering to look at him. A huge ball of fire hung in the air along with an awkward silence. The dragon burned out instantly.

Alas, the younger generation does not always live up to the expectations of the older … but we have a good memory!:)

Daria Lengardt, author

Yes, yes … this funny toddler, who is looking at you from the photo, was a terrible fidget, and my mother only had time to catch up so that the child would not get anywhere …

I liked to collect snails in the garden, and then show everyone my unique collection of "different-sized" gastropods.

I liked to collect snails in the garden, and then show everyone my unique collection of "different-sized" gastropods. I doted on fishing … with my hands. Yes, with your hands! In small ponds, schools of fry were found, and I knew how to move my palms, covered with sand for camouflage, technically, and the fry ended up in tiny hands. I brought my lucky catch home, I had a whole aquarium of river fish "in education".

She also loved to draw with colored chalk on the asphalt. Somehow on June 1, on Children's Day, participating in the competition for the best drawing, she depicted an uninhabited island with green palm trees, for which she took the honorable 1st place, having received her immense prize, a large and beautiful bear. There was no limit to my happiness then!

Such extreme hyperenergy and activity in all matters of interest to me have survived to this day. Only they manifest themselves in other directions, for example, in work.