A Child’s Wonderful World

Remember when you were a child and how easily things amazed you?

The hues of blue in between the leafy branches of the tree in your backyard which reminded you of the seaside. Wobbly jelly castles that you could hold in the palm of your hand. The comfortable scent of your grandma’s sari, especially when you buried your face in it to cry. Crying your heart out just to make yourself heard. Making flowers with spiro graphs. A magic slate that erased everything when you shook it.

Colouring pencils. Asking yourself what the hell the white pencil was for. Water colour and water colour palettes! Pouring water into miniature whisky bottles to be used with a sponge to erase your slate when you were at school. New slates and asking your uncle to help you draw permanent lines with a nail and a ruler so you could learn to write on a straight line. Lunch boxes. Colourful juice bottles. The teacher explaining division by using apples, or multiples by using match stick bunches. Getting a star on your maths test. The nice flowery hand writing of your school teacher. Being able to buy three confi (mango) slices with one rupee.

Queuing up to have a go at the slides, swinging away and imagining you could fly, feeling your head spinning and spinning on the merry go round, happily forming part of the screaming, running children in the school playground. Falling down and grazing your knee and being taken to the nurse.

Walking to the municipal library and spending hours looking for just the right selection of books with just the right mixture of catchy and intriguing covers and watching the stern looking librarian date stamp the first page of each.  And when you really really loved a book, tearing away the tiniest portion of a back page so you could keep a piece of it with you forever. In that tin biscuit box where you kept those shiny marbles and other secret stuff which you’d like to keep forever.

Cousins, when we were best friends. Cartoons that made you travel to mysterious places. Characters with whom you still relate to at 27. Beautiful places that you dream about at night. Worlds and scenarios which you invented to amuse yourself. And that treasure hunt in your garden, with a map just like the one in Treasure Island. Stealing bilimbis that have been carefully laid out in the sun for pickling, eating too green mangos or litchis and falling sick afterwards. Being threatened by rotin bazar (some kind of bendy stick) when you were naughty.

Long December holidays, when your cartoons started early and you rushed to the corner La Boutik Sinoi ( Corner shop held by a Chinese) to buy a list of your favourite snacks to savour during the shows. Never failing to marvel at the wonders beneath the glass panes of the table in La Boutik: all colours of Gato La Gom (some sort of marshmallow), Losti, Gato Piaw, shiny Zanimo or shell shaped chocolates, bonbon lapin, Gato Dile, the list goes on and on. And the cartoons at the time were not the mindless trash aired nowadays, they were really thrilling, mostly japanese style animes translated in French, with well crafted plots and real values: Les Mondes Engloutis (this one I only vaguely remember), Ulysses 31 (the Odysseus, but set in the Universe), Les Mysterieuses Cites D’Or (A spanish boy called Esteban looking for Eldorado), Taotao Le Panda (A cute panda and his friends in the forest), Nils Holgerson (A boy cursed into a minaiture tomte who flies on the back of a flock of of wild geese), Les Moomins, Au Pays de Candy, Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer (this is how we knew and loved the classics), and my personal favourite, Anne et la Maison Aux Pignons Verts (Anne of Green Gables). Man, we learnt so much from these great stories.

Try as you may, not being able to write a perfect letter “e”, having to practise over and over again so your handwriting got prettier and prettier. Believing everything you read was possible, hating school. Having your teacher tell your parents how talkative you were at school, or how timid, depending on their mood. Standing in line to go back into class after the afternoon breaks, getting free cheese and disgusting tasting milk which the teacher distributed from a ladle which he plunged into a big steel milk container. Potato and sack racing sports day. Learning all about the Dutch, French and English colonising the island during EVS (Environmental Studies).

Being somehow given a money box for every birthday so you could learn the value of money, and spending all of it on Panini and Sailor Moon stickers. Collecting all kinds of shiny barettes of all sizes and shapes and colours, and also all kinds of pencil cases, fancy erasers and pencil sharpeners. Piggy tails, pony tails, french braids, anybody remember the very popular laker brinzel? (which literally means eggplant braids, which are piggy tails pulled up a bit like Princess Lea style, but with braids, uh does this make sense?)

And most of all, being in such a hurry to grow up and become an adult so you can stop going to school, earn money and no longer have to listen to your parents…

4 thoughts on “A Child’s Wonderful World

  1. Hi My memories of my dad when I was 6 or 7 is him thrashing me with a rotin bazar when I did not go to Ecole Aiguille Immaculee Conception in Port Louis in 1958. Really screwed my life this I think. No paternal protection. Did you read Bob Morane books too? I love those old bibliotequetes. Cheers I live in Melbourne Australia since 72

  2. wow. thanks. so well written. it took me to my childhood days.. memories ☺. some moments which seemed awful when we were kids now seems so meaningful.. Thank u again…

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