To je... / This is...
... moj zaklad iz otroštva.
... my most treasured childhood possession.
Ljubka tema, kaj ne. V trenutku sem vedela o čem bom pisala. Sicer je res, da imam ogromno zakladov iz otroštva; od oblačilca v katerem sta me starša prinesla iz porodnišnice do že omenjene kasete s pravljico o sovici Oki, ki jo znam na pamet od četrtega leta dalje. Ampak pisala bom o pogumnem zajcu, ki je preživel brodolom.
Ne vem, koliko sem bila stara, ko sem ga zagledala v trgovini in pol ure hodila za starši, vlekla zajca za seboj in prosila zanj. Res je šel z menoj domov in nato kamorkoli sem šla. V sebi nosi nešteto zgodb, nekatere zbledele, druge tako žive, kot bi se zgodile včeraj. Počitnice na morju z nono in atom, gobarjenje z babico in dedom, nočni izleti v posteljo mojih staršev… in najpomembnejše spust s kanuji po Kolpi. Stara sem bila verjetno 8 let in počitnice ob Kolpi so bile že tradicija. Pet kanujev, šest otrok, naši starši in pes. Čudovito je bilo. Taborjenje, grozljive zgodbe ob tabornem ognju, raziskovanje zapuščenih mlinov ob reki, nočna straža in namišljeno lomastenje medveda… in seveda brzice. Običajno smo jih srečno prevozili, a zgodilo se je da se je kanu prekucnil. Tudi naš ni bil izjema in zajca, ki je bil takrat še brez pravega imena, je odnesla voda. Žalostno sem zrla za njim in klicala, naj ga nekdo reši. In ga je, Fifl. Ne le to, tudi ime mu je dal. Ahil. Pogumni zajec Ahil. Ime je ostalo do danes. In spomin na čudovite počitnice tudi.
Such a lovely theme, don't you think. I instantly knew what I'm going to write about - a brave bunny, who survived the shipwreck.
But first things first.
I don't know how old I was when I found him in a store. But I do know I wanted him. I was dragging him all around the store, folowing my parents and pleading. You get the picture :o)
Yes, he came home with me and afterwards followed me everywhere I went. So many memories. Holidays at the seaside with my nana and grandad, gathering mushrooms with my grandparents (fathers side), wonderful adventures with my parents… amoung them is one, that is particularly important to the whole bunny thing. I was on on a holiday canoeing trip down the river Kolpa with my parents and friends. Amazing holidays: tents, fire and scary stories, bears in the woods, empty mills, rapids… We have usualy run the rapids with no special effords, but one time the current was too strong an the canoe turned around. The reiver took the bunny away from me and I was screaming for somebody to safe him. There was one man from our group, great guy with a great sense of humour. He saved my bunny and gave him a name – Ahil, after the Greek hero.
Ahila seveda nisem vzela s seboj, zato sem ga narisala, da si boste lahko približno predstavljali kakšen je.
I didn't take Ahil with me, so I drew a picture of him to share with you. Thank you Daniele for a lovely theme. Click here to see more treasured childhood possesions...
Ne vem, koliko sem bila stara, ko sem ga zagledala v trgovini in pol ure hodila za starši, vlekla zajca za seboj in prosila zanj. Res je šel z menoj domov in nato kamorkoli sem šla. V sebi nosi nešteto zgodb, nekatere zbledele, druge tako žive, kot bi se zgodile včeraj. Počitnice na morju z nono in atom, gobarjenje z babico in dedom, nočni izleti v posteljo mojih staršev… in najpomembnejše spust s kanuji po Kolpi. Stara sem bila verjetno 8 let in počitnice ob Kolpi so bile že tradicija. Pet kanujev, šest otrok, naši starši in pes. Čudovito je bilo. Taborjenje, grozljive zgodbe ob tabornem ognju, raziskovanje zapuščenih mlinov ob reki, nočna straža in namišljeno lomastenje medveda… in seveda brzice. Običajno smo jih srečno prevozili, a zgodilo se je da se je kanu prekucnil. Tudi naš ni bil izjema in zajca, ki je bil takrat še brez pravega imena, je odnesla voda. Žalostno sem zrla za njim in klicala, naj ga nekdo reši. In ga je, Fifl. Ne le to, tudi ime mu je dal. Ahil. Pogumni zajec Ahil. Ime je ostalo do danes. In spomin na čudovite počitnice tudi.
Such a lovely theme, don't you think. I instantly knew what I'm going to write about - a brave bunny, who survived the shipwreck.
But first things first.
I don't know how old I was when I found him in a store. But I do know I wanted him. I was dragging him all around the store, folowing my parents and pleading. You get the picture :o)
Yes, he came home with me and afterwards followed me everywhere I went. So many memories. Holidays at the seaside with my nana and grandad, gathering mushrooms with my grandparents (fathers side), wonderful adventures with my parents… amoung them is one, that is particularly important to the whole bunny thing. I was on on a holiday canoeing trip down the river Kolpa with my parents and friends. Amazing holidays: tents, fire and scary stories, bears in the woods, empty mills, rapids… We have usualy run the rapids with no special effords, but one time the current was too strong an the canoe turned around. The reiver took the bunny away from me and I was screaming for somebody to safe him. There was one man from our group, great guy with a great sense of humour. He saved my bunny and gave him a name – Ahil, after the Greek hero.
Ahila seveda nisem vzela s seboj, zato sem ga narisala, da si boste lahko približno predstavljali kakšen je.
I didn't take Ahil with me, so I drew a picture of him to share with you. Thank you Daniele for a lovely theme. Click here to see more treasured childhood possesions...
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