🇭🇺Amikor megszülettem, gumitégláról még csak nem is hallottunk. Amikor felújították a játszóteret, az új biztonsági feature a gyöngykavics volt a tömény beton helyett. Gyakran felnőtt felügyelet nélkül töltöttük a napjainkat a téren, és néha, ha belegondolok abba, hogy mi mindent csináltunk, azért izgalmas, hogy ennyien maradandó sérülések nélkül felnőttünk. Néha beugrik nálam is a “régen minden jobb volt”, de igazából… nem. Nem volt minden jobb, csak sokminden más volt, és mi abban nőttünk fel, és az volt a gyerekkorunk – persze, hogy nosztalgikusan tekintünk ezekre az időkre.
🇺🇸 I remember a dinner appointment when I was a missionary. It was at the home of a returned missionary who had taught me, and whose father had had a special interest in Hungary ever since he served his mission in neighboring Austria, that could have been in another Universe at that time. During dinner he asked me about my childhood that I spent behind the Iron Curtain, and I will. never forget the surprised horror on his face when I said that I had a brilliant childhood. My Socialist childhood was truly wonderful for me. My only complaint was the lack of year-round availability of bananas. We had awesome (and unsafe) playgrounds, cheap books, no TV on Mondays, affordable theaters, museums, and activities, and where I lived, even commonly accepted religious education offered at the churches. I spent most of my childhood unsupervised at one of the several playgrounds around my neighborhood, hauling the recycling to the nearest grocery store for some extra pocket money, and just somehow surviving the million and one dangers around us that I can now see, but then I was oblivious to.
So This Woman 