Pensábamos que íbamos a ser más fuertes que nuestros padres, que nuestros héroes de cuentos, o más guapa que las princesas de las historias de esos libros que llenaban nuestra mente de color, recuerdo todavía hoy algún dibujo de esos libros que nos invitaban a soñar con mundos llenos de fantasía…
La niñez, ese tiempo en que el juego era tan real que éramos los mejores actores del momento interpretando el papel al que jugamos tan bien que nos lo creíamos, olvidando cualquier otra cosa que nuestros padres nos pedían hacer, incluso la noción del tiempo.
Cuando nos venían a recoger siempre nos parecía que acabábamos de empezar a divertirnos aunque lleváramos horas jugando…
-¿Dónde quedó esa ilusión?
-¿Cuando perdimos los sueños?
-¿Por qué ser adulto implica dejar de soñar?
Childhood dreams ...
All of us when we were young had many dreams, that was one of the most beautiful things of being a child. The feeling that some day you will be one thing or another, the joy of imagining what you would be when you grew up...
We thought we were going to be stronger than our parents, heroes like the stories in our books that filled our minds with colors, we would be more beautiful than the princesses or stronger than Hercules, I still remember some of the drawings of those books that invited me to dream about worlds full of fantasy ...
Childhood, that time when are games were so real that we were the best actors of the world, we acted so well that we lived the role we played, forgetting everything else that our parents asked us to do, even the notion of time.
When they came to pick us up, we always felt that we had just started to have fun even though we had been hours playing…
- Where did we loose our illusion?
- When did we loose our dreams?
- Why being an adult means to stop dreaming?
