"The inner child rejoices": stories of adults who have a childhood dream come true

2024 Author: Malcolm Clapton | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 03:44

It's never too late to be happy.

This is the only thing that brings so much joy and such recharge

My classmate constantly traveled with her parents, brought all sorts of souvenirs and interesting stories that I listened to, drooling. But my mother told me from childhood that it is expensive and available only to very rich people, whom we will never become. And I believed in it for a long time. Until the age of 30, I was abroad five times, half of which was an inexpensive tour to Turkey.

At 30 there was a revaluation. I thought: how much is it expensive? I sat down, calculated the travel expenses and decided that I could afford to travel to other countries three times a year. And then everything is like a fog.

Until the age of 30, she was in four countries. From 30 to 33 - even at 35.

From 2017 to 2019, she traveled every two months. Then the coronavirus happened. But as soon as the situation changes, I will resume trips in full. My inner child rejoices and sits on a trip like a needle. This is the only thing that brings so much joy and such recharge.

“Finally I have a dog! That's right, absolutely mine!"

Nina Buyanova Got a friend.

I got a dog. Sometimes I walk down the street with her and think: “Finally I have a dog! My! That's right, absolutely mine! Real! I'm walking with her! Blimey!"

As a child, I felt very lonely. My beloved strong and intelligent dad died when I was six. Mom failed, left me, we only saw each other on weekends. And I dreamed of a living soul next to me. I memorized breeds and books on the topic, fed the dogs on the street. Then, of course, I didn't need a pet, but my parents.

Then she grew up, became stronger, but the desire did not go anywhere. About five years ago I even booked a Sheltie puppy, I was getting ready. But at the last moment she got scared and left a deposit to the breeder as compensation. There was no pity for the money. But I still wanted a dog.

I stopped being a little lost girl, but my love for animals has not gone anywhere. Besides, I already had a cat, and he seems to be doing well. I came to the shelter, saw my woolen miracle and could not leave it there. All friends and husband actively supported. So I got Jem.

Complete satisfaction that I did something that I wanted for 25 years

Dmitry Markin Got to a recital of a childhood idol.

Before the pandemic itself, I went to a concert of a pop singer, from whom I was a fan at the age of 10-11 and whose performance my relatives would not let me then. My inner child was breaking through the ceiling with his head from tearing happiness. Although if I heard it for the first time now, I probably would not be so fanatical.

It was Kai Metov. When I was 9 years old, I heard the cassette “Position No. 2” at a party - and that was it, the roof was blown off. Everyday listening at every opportunity and so on. Collected clippings about him in daddy. My task was complicated by the fact that he is not a super-open artist, and there were very few materials about him, even at the peak of his popularity. But what a holiday it was when, nevertheless, something came across!

In 1996, he performed on the square at a festival of some radio station. But who will let me go so small when the street is dark and the crowd. Nobody was going to go with me either. The performance was shown on TV, but for some reason I could not record it on a VCR. I recorded the sound on a cassette. And then he listened to it many times - there is this cassette among others in my closet on the shelf. Then I was once at his performance at the bottom of the city in 2007. But because of the idiotic organization, all the artists were cut off, and it was all wrong.

And then I bought a ticket for a solo album. Give, I think, to childhood for a couple of hours. And this is a complete thrill! Complete satisfaction from having done something that 25 years wanted!

I know how to say it in French

Oksana Dyachenko Started learning French.

In the mid-90s, my family lived in a military town, and I had very simple entertainment after school: books and a TV that showed only one channel. This is how I met Louis de Funes and Alain Delon, and also with the TV series Helene and the Boys. And the broadcast was accompanied by an advertisement for French cosmetics. So the image of France began to form in my child's head, where there is the Eiffel Tower, beautifully dressed women with luxurious hair, amazing men, and above all this - an atmosphere of love and humor. Since then, I really, really love French cinema and even watched the show "Helene and the Boys" at a conscious age.

When I was in school and university, it somehow never entered my head to apply my Gallomania anywhere beyond reading books. The trip to Paris seemed fantastic, and at first there was nowhere to learn the language, then there was no time.

But from time to time in the brain itching that you need to know the language. As it turned out, 40 percent of the filmography of my beloved Louis de Funes has no voice acting other than the original. There are also a lot of brilliant French actors, whose legacy is kept only in the original language. Belgian singer Jacques Brel, who seems to have sung, and how you want to sing along with him, understanding what he is all about!

Then a metaphor was born to me, which I myself really like for its clarity: world culture and in general all the knowledge that exists is a huge world, and every language you know is the key to one room. I need one more key.

At the age of 30, I found a good and free online course, but gave up after a few weeks in the battle with phonetics: nasal sounds. There have been other attempts at self-study with the same result. It became obvious that mastering the language on my own, without a “senior” who would correct me, was not my option. And for some reason I really wanted to study the way I used to - in an academic setting, that is, on courses at the university. However, for many years my work schedule did not imply this.

This year I changed my job, with a new schedule there was also an opportunity to study at the courses at the university, the present! I have been studying in a small group for the second semester. The brain still resists: apparently, such things should be done in childhood. But the main thing is that I really like it. It’s like I’m back in school, and in the middle level: doing exercises, writing primitive essays. The fear of the noses is gone because, as it turns out, there are worse things in the language.

I am still very far from watching the early films with de Funes in the original. But if I were in Paris, I could order wine and salad and even say that I am a vegetarian (in fact, I am not a vegetarian, I just know how to say it in French).

I realized that I realized my childhood hobby, but I burned out to it

Irina Saari Realized that a childhood dream had come true long ago.

When I was five, I was given a toy microphone, and it became my favorite toy. I sat my teddy dogs and bears around me and imagined myself leading either a travel show (most often), then some kind of quiz or singing songs to them. Mom said I could entertain myself for hours like that.

As a result, I worked as a tour guide in different countries and cities for 8 years, and the microphone was literally an extension of my hand. And I just recently realized that I really realized my childhood hobby in full, but then I burned out to this.

“It wasn't even a dream come true. I couldn't even dream of such a thing"

Ivanna Orlova Learned Swedish and communicates with idols in their language.

In Swedish culture, I was stubborn about 12 years old, and the ABBA group was to blame. Looking back, I think: eh, and wow, I then pearled against the mainstream and circumstances! The turn of the 90s and 2000s, the province, the almost complete absence of sane music stores, the Internet - dialup barely begins, and even then not in every house, and certainly not in mine, there is no money in the family. And from the playback devices I have at my disposal only an old turntable and, later, a cassette cassette "Electronics", which was sacked by someone from the master's shoulder.

At first I played all one and a half vinyls from the Melodiya company from the library stocks where my mother worked. Later I found a small retro music shop where it was possible to rewrite numbered albums from CDs to cassettes on order for a little money. And when the speaker and some kind of mechanics were covered at the same time at the tape recorder, I had to listen to the precious "abbachek", lying with my left ear on the net that covered the deceased and with my right hand helping the cassette to spin as it should with a dart dart.

This Kama Sutra was somehow seen by a friend of my mother's friend who accidentally ran into the house for the company. The man got so crazy that he stayed overnight on the couch, and with the first rays of the sun dragged me and my mother "to buy a normal tape recorder for the child, because it's a sin to listen to such music on such shit." We can say that this was the first dream come true: well, isn't it a miracle - an unfamiliar guy took it and just bought me a ponty hefty two-cassette player with separate columns for nothing! Now it was possible not only to listen to your favorite music in a human way, but also to rewrite cassettes, make collections and create a type of radio broadcast with music on demand.

Thanks to ABBA, I myself, using songs and a self-instruction manual, mastered English (I was in German at school). And a little later, at about 15 years old, she swung into Swedish: the numbered albums ended, side projects and solo albums of the adored VIA participants went into action. By that time, I had entered the Russian fan club ABBA by unknown means, and they were rewriting CDs for me, more and more rare. The paths grew without interruption. And so my next big musical love was the daughter-in-law of the keyboardist and composer of ABBA Benny Andersson - Nanne Grönval. And of course, I needed to understand what this vociferous aunt was pushing so emotionally and theatrically!

It was also a completely new experience: for once a living, healthy, acting idol, from whom you can and should expect news and freshness! And with whom, oh Lord, you can even contact if you get insolent!

By that time, I was not very competent, but I wrote smartly in Swedish. The library then opened an Internet room. And I got the address of Nanne's label, to which I, with a trembling paw, soon sent a registered letter in a mixture of Swedish and Saratov. I probably did not expect an answer. I just really had to squeak enthusiastically and be heard.

So, when, after a while, a plump package, covered in Latin letters, flopped into the mailbox, it was not even a dream come true. I couldn't even dream of such a thing. I think it was around then that I narrowly escaped my first heart attack. And in the package were the last two solo CDs of Frau Grönval and an autographed postcard for the current date - oh, treasures from treasures, I still keep.

A couple of years later, again thanks to Sweden and the Swedes, to a certain extent the childhood dream of “growing up and becoming a singer” came true. During this time, the extensive development of the heritage of the ABBA participants came to their occasional collaborations with these and those. And my acquaintance with the music of Garmarna took place. In the 90s, these guys became famous for rethinking Scandinavian folk music in a new way, adding a fair amount of punk and electronic music to traditional instruments and the devil knows in which archives old texts and melodies. As part of vocals, flute, guitar and percussion, we with some good guys solemnly released three acoustic samizdat albums - our own material plus covers of Garmarna. Besides the pleasant feeling - I'm creative! I have inherited! - there was a whole bunch of unique impressions: rehearsals, performances, recording in a real studio, participation in several local radio programs.

Then there was a rather long break for higher education in parallel with work, just work and other device of adult life there. Swedishophilia did not exactly disappear, but rather went into a quiet background mode. There were no particular shocks until May 2018, when, under the sweet sound of a slamming gestalt, I safely got off the plane at Arlanda airport with the prospect of two whole weeks in beautiful Stockholm. At that time, I brought both Swedish and English to a confident B2, so no language barriers prevented me from dabbling in the city almost to an overdose.

A special destination, of course, was the ABBA Museum. For obvious reasons in this life I will hardly get to their live concert. Although recently I sincerely rejoiced at their holographic reunion and felt a powerful nausea. Fru Grönval, whom I asked on Instagram before the trip if she planned to perform in the capital, replied no. So it also did not grow together. But at the end of the 2010s, Garmarna had a very physical reunion. And then I did not miss mine, especially since this time the gentlemen reached Russia.

Moscow live, from which I crawled out on cotton paws, food with ultrasound, provoked a new round of old love - and here such technological progress as Wi-Fi and Facebook with the ability to correspond with musicians came in handy. So now I have a bunch of new dreams to come true: to visit Stockholm again and have a drink with the Harmarnov violinist, to really master the violin myself. Also, if / when these people come to Russia again, guess who will be their official concert photographer?