There were absolutelly no such wories back then. Oh, just that you have a big injury on your leg and if parents find out you will be grounded and miss all the fun, all the games and the sweets that your nice neighbour brings outside for all the kids.

Things were so simple back then. Now if someone fights with someone, the hate eachother for ever and for always most of the times. Back then... so different... kids were fighting and after 5 mminutes you could see them at your door, jumping to reach the door bell and politelly asking your parents if you cuold join the game with the others. How many times we were saved like that. No one can refuse a little child with warm eyes and shaky voice asking such a simple thing, right?

Nobody cared what they were wearing, if the shoes were this season`s must have or if the shirt is genuine. Important stuff that mattered the most was speed not to get caught and make your team loose becuse of you, the ability to hide so well that no one could find you, to jump as high as you can and be ready to find a good excuse when you get home so late.

School and homeworks could have made sad this euphoric image. But they didn`t lasted all day. And when the teacher said „no homework today” it was like winning the lotery. When escaping a test because she had forgotten the subjects – the true jack pot. We were better when we were kids. Sharing with the others was true pleasure. We knew nothing about crisis, politics, mafia, regrets, differences between races, workers, man and woman, rich and poor. We only cared about good weather and wishing that the ball would not break that huge window or that expensive stop light on that expensive car. That was a no diet zone for the girls and no car problem for boys. A time for waiting Christmas and summer holidays. A time when the world was trully ours. As growing up, sometimes, we don`t want it anymore...