I like to win easy. When you're nostalgic we win easy. There is talk of
whims. Superfluous. At that time you seemed a matter of life or death and that after many years (not even too much) it makes you feel incredibly stupid (or old).
Since we are born we are immediately harassed by someone or something that tells us what we want, what we desire, what we need to feel good, far from being marginal totals. Being part of a group entitled by Mattel or the Malaguti is too important and too vital to be settled by common sense without a parent he or she looks like a monster in the eyes of her son.
The stage of life to which I refer goes from elementary school to high school. The snack
sore. To Primary mom I have never bought a snack, even tarot. At the break I saw my friends and sip gin cov Estathè with the same lust of those who tasted oysters and champagne. And I am nothing. "Make a hearty breakfast and come straight to lunch," he reassured his mother.
But it was only a matter of preserving the appetite. My childhood and adolescence was preservatives / dyes-free. All that was preserved was not allowed in my house. Only fresh and organic stuff. So, no snacks, no ice cream packed, but nothing particularly Nutella. But at this point my mother came up to me buying a "hazelnut spread Valsoia" which put mistakenly in the fridge. Not exactly the same thing ...
So we said, the status symbol snack: negative.
few years ago I bought the Camille. I throw everything in the process. Orange foam (because they said they were at the core) as a slinguata cloying treacle. Never more then ever. The crystal ball
you remember for sure. Colored blob that sold in tubes. It was not even blow a Murano glass and we were playing in the living room because ".. does not break anything and does not stain .. "but it makes you two glands from mumps.
Apart from the fact that stains all right, I remember that I did not go to school the day after my first tiny balloon, pain. I do not know it
came into my house as a game as chemical ..
My minipony
Cavallini pastel-colored nylon with manes that not even a dragqueen. They had stars tattooed on the ass and a nauseating smell. A toy in a child. And also you had to comb the tail, as they did on TV. And then crush the afternoon brushing a tuft of hair sticking out from the turquoise ass tattoo of a horse vanilla. All regular.
The sweet f homo / popcorn / ice cream / FISHERPRICE
How exciting. Emulate their mothers in household chores. Doing the dishes, an iron sheets, and cooking at the tender age 5 years of not knowing what we do then for 80 years. And the fucking oven cooks the pizza really. If you do not c'avevi the Fornino were a beggar. But I have not suffered. Began the age of ... ...
Sapientino
my drug. I spent hours alone playing co'm infernal contraption. Peee error! PEEEEEEE error! Demeaning to the maximum. But with Europe Sapientino I learned by heart all the capitals, the dishes, monuments, traditional costumes, lakes, rivers and flags until PEEEEE that I have not heard any more. It was a matter between me and him. It was the m
ia dignity. PEEEEE you say to someone else. Great satisfaction until I realized I no longer gave me error .. but only because the batteries were over.
Gira fashion
I could talk for hours about this damn contraption. Rub a crayon on a surface in relief, leaving the impression on paper is not to know how to draw. All models were utter. The death of creativity in children. In fact, the mother was not very well .. But like a vicious circle, and used it more than you hated what you tried to draw freehand. Then I lost with pastel crayon-holder and the rest of my career as a designer in a drawer .. The multi-colored pen
A phallic object totally impossible to hold. A device full of springs and levers that I have learned to turn with the teeth (how many times I got sliced \u200b\u200bthe tip of my tongue .. But why?). Many colors and many perfumes. The calligraphy that he obtained was similar to that of a primate to
ulto with Parkinson's and since I could not have the basic right to call myself an amanuensis, the teacher forbade me to use it at school. During the lesson, I'm all co yard. Tick \u200b\u200btick tick tick like a class spent most notebooks with colorful and fragrant of Europe.
The years go by .. The idiocy is
Middle School
The Tamagotchi
The apotheosis of dementia. The poster for the frustration the child is denied a pet. Brilliant. Does not stink, not dirty, do not eat, caca, no. And the mothers met (not mine, which was never made such a request). In return, the child began to fight with the first crisis of anxiety because, during the hours of mathematics was not able to feed the bird just born and now he had become anorexic because of lack of attention. The chick ignored decided to shred the pens to express discomfort and the young master was convinced not to be a good father. "... I've got the chick in a coma, I'll never be anyone in my life ... . All hell broke loose when the mother discovered the ".. See? And if a pet was not it? You are not mature enough to have a dog, said tel'avevo "
Velo compassionate release of feline and canine Tamagotchi: the Bit Bit, which went straight to the eldest. The original toy was a niche for children's radical chic.
the afternoon at Luna Park in Viale Marconi
The place to be. If you count, we were going. And without their parents, of course! The fauna of the exhibition consisted of three subgroups:
whims. Superfluous. At that time you seemed a matter of life or death and that after many years (not even too much) it makes you feel incredibly stupid (or old).
Since we are born we are immediately harassed by someone or something that tells us what we want, what we desire, what we need to feel good, far from being marginal totals. Being part of a group entitled by Mattel or the Malaguti is too important and too vital to be settled by common sense without a parent he or she looks like a monster in the eyes of her son.
The stage of life to which I refer goes from elementary school to high school. The snack
sore. To Primary mom I have never bought a snack, even tarot. At the break I saw my friends and sip gin cov Estathè with the same lust of those who tasted oysters and champagne. And I am nothing. "Make a hearty breakfast and come straight to lunch," he reassured his mother.
But it was only a matter of preserving the appetite. My childhood and adolescence was preservatives / dyes-free. All that was preserved was not allowed in my house. Only fresh and organic stuff. So, no snacks, no ice cream packed, but nothing particularly Nutella. But at this point my mother came up to me buying a "hazelnut spread Valsoia" which put mistakenly in the fridge. Not exactly the same thing ...
So we said, the status symbol snack: negative.
few years ago I bought the Camille. I throw everything in the process. Orange foam (because they said they were at the core) as a slinguata cloying treacle. Never more then ever. The crystal ball
you remember for sure. Colored blob that sold in tubes. It was not even blow a Murano glass and we were playing in the living room because ".. does not break anything and does not stain .. "but it makes you two glands from mumps.
Apart from the fact that stains all right, I remember that I did not go to school the day after my first tiny balloon, pain. I do not know it
came into my house as a game as chemical .. My minipony
Cavallini pastel-colored nylon with manes that not even a dragqueen. They had stars tattooed on the ass and a nauseating smell. A toy in a child. And also you had to comb the tail, as they did on TV. And then crush the afternoon brushing a tuft of hair sticking out from the turquoise ass tattoo of a horse vanilla. All regular.
The sweet f homo / popcorn / ice cream / FISHERPRICE
How exciting. Emulate their mothers in household chores. Doing the dishes, an iron sheets, and cooking at the tender age 5 years of not knowing what we do then for 80 years. And the fucking oven cooks the pizza really. If you do not c'avevi the Fornino were a beggar. But I have not suffered. Began the age of ... ...
Sapientino
my drug. I spent hours alone playing co'm infernal contraption. Peee error! PEEEEEEE error! Demeaning to the maximum. But with Europe Sapientino I learned by heart all the capitals, the dishes, monuments, traditional costumes, lakes, rivers and flags until PEEEEE that I have not heard any more. It was a matter between me and him. It was the m
ia dignity. PEEEEE you say to someone else. Great satisfaction until I realized I no longer gave me error .. but only because the batteries were over. Gira fashion
I could talk for hours about this damn contraption. Rub a crayon on a surface in relief, leaving the impression on paper is not to know how to draw. All models were utter. The death of creativity in children. In fact, the mother was not very well .. But like a vicious circle, and used it more than you hated what you tried to draw freehand. Then I lost with pastel crayon-holder and the rest of my career as a designer in a drawer .. The multi-colored pen
A phallic object totally impossible to hold. A device full of springs and levers that I have learned to turn with the teeth (how many times I got sliced \u200b\u200bthe tip of my tongue .. But why?). Many colors and many perfumes. The calligraphy that he obtained was similar to that of a primate to
ulto with Parkinson's and since I could not have the basic right to call myself an amanuensis, the teacher forbade me to use it at school. During the lesson, I'm all co yard. Tick \u200b\u200btick tick tick like a class spent most notebooks with colorful and fragrant of Europe. The years go by .. The idiocy is
Middle School
The Tamagotchi
The apotheosis of dementia. The poster for the frustration the child is denied a pet. Brilliant. Does not stink, not dirty, do not eat, caca, no. And the mothers met (not mine, which was never made such a request). In return, the child began to fight with the first crisis of anxiety because, during the hours of mathematics was not able to feed the bird just born and now he had become anorexic because of lack of attention. The chick ignored decided to shred the pens to express discomfort and the young master was convinced not to be a good father. "... I've got the chick in a coma, I'll never be anyone in my life ... . All hell broke loose when the mother discovered the ".. See? And if a pet was not it? You are not mature enough to have a dog, said tel'avevo "
Velo compassionate release of feline and canine Tamagotchi: the Bit Bit, which went straight to the eldest. The original toy was a niche for children's radical chic.
the afternoon at Luna Park in Viale Marconi
The place to be. If you count, we were going. And without their parents, of course! The fauna of the exhibition consisted of three subgroups:
- I tamarri punjeeball around.
- I tamarri to make the tanks.
- I tamarri on Tagada.
All the notes Molella, Gigi D'Ag, of course. It
saliva only on rides more gore because every gesture was an affirmation of one's being great. Woe to buy ice cream or brigidino. Smelled like infant .. DR MARTENS The
The only shoes that 15 years now, not ever fall in price. Amphibians heavy as bricks, all colors and patterns. Since then the noise of the world has surged. They were the millions of teenagers who were walking amphibious dragging their feet.
course soon after came the Doctor tarot. The parents were trying to rivogarle naive children who immediately observed ".. is too high, sbombata too, the seam should be yellow, the rubber is too dark, the laces are different, this is not likely dark brown .. Sgancia 200 000 pounds, do you take me to / a? "
But then ... Who the fuck am Dr. Martens?
high school
The BOOSTER
Spirit or Generation Was it made no difference. This was the buster buster. The ugliest scooter ever made. But the most fair. The original.
then oh well the 14-year-old is a fan of fifties. Model recognizes the hearing to fart away.
To each his own:
saliva only on rides more gore because every gesture was an affirmation of one's being great. Woe to buy ice cream or brigidino. Smelled like infant .. DR MARTENS The
The only shoes that 15 years now, not ever fall in price. Amphibians heavy as bricks, all colors and patterns. Since then the noise of the world has surged. They were the millions of teenagers who were walking amphibious dragging their feet.
course soon after came the Doctor tarot. The parents were trying to rivogarle naive children who immediately observed ".. is too high, sbombata too, the seam should be yellow, the rubber is too dark, the laces are different, this is not likely dark brown .. Sgancia 200 000 pounds, do you take me to / a? "
But then ... Who the fuck am Dr. Martens?
high school
The BOOSTER
Spirit or Generation Was it made no difference. This was the buster buster. The ugliest scooter ever made. But the most fair. The original.
then oh well the 14-year-old is a fan of fifties. Model recognizes the hearing to fart away.
To each his own:
- Booster spirit: from Truzzi / a
- Scarabeo: conceited dandy / a
- Zip: low profile, for those who do not have to say through a two-wheeler
- F10: some inherited from his older brother, back down in front of design
- Phantom: aggressive but not too
- Firefox: futuristic lines, vaguely aeronautical
- Typhoon: Big Butt, a young girl pussy, absolutely not man, that if his lust must be satisfied with a Typhoon model blue Benetton F1
- Liberty / Free: elegant, not presumptuous, for all Family
- Nitro: THE BAD par excellence, reminiscent of the features of a crab alien
- Runner: huge, glowing a beast, only Men
- SR: the king in April, under the ass of the king of the bush, majestic
The helmet should be of non-integral MROBERTS. After having paid 150 000 pounds had to smear him and release him immediately of the visor. What
acumen.
Again I would just like to know some of your fixed childhood / adolescence .. Not that I do not remember anymore. Indeed. But I would rather draw a veil .. And luckily I consider myself a counter ..
acumen.
Again I would just like to know some of your fixed childhood / adolescence .. Not that I do not remember anymore. Indeed. But I would rather draw a veil .. And luckily I consider myself a counter ..
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