Remembering Kidhood

Posted by on October 19, 2012

I am blessed with a good memory for past events. I may not be able to remember the names of half the people I just met at a cocktail party, but I can talk for hours telling stories from third grade (or any year). My best friend jokes that we have to stay friends because I am her memory. I tell stories that remind her of events so that then she can remember too.

Sometimes, I think this is why I get along well with lots of kids. I remember what it was like to be a kid. There are so many adults who have completely forgotten that they were once kids, let alone how it feels to be a kid. Kids are so often at the mercy of adults who have a very rigid view of How Things Should Be. It didn’t happen often, but I hated being talked down to, especially by adults who didn’t seem all that bright.

I had an exceptionally happy childhood, but when you are in an unfamiliar situation people generally get anxious. As a kid everything is new, so you are practically always in unfamiliar situations. There is a lot of free form anxiety floating around the playground.

I feel like the Spanish sculptor Efraïm Rodríguez must remember what it is like to be a kid. He sculpts them with such finesse.

I love how the adult doesn’t have a face. From a kid’s perspective, adults exist from the waist down.

I am completely charmed.

all images from Efraïm Rodríguez’s website

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