Daddy, Tell Me a Little Story? I Expected My Father Arrives with an Insistent Request, Every Night at Every Single Day, Throughout My Childhood
MAKING MY HISTORY Guide action for volunteer Translation note - Unfortunately there is no translation for the children’s books and activities mentioned in this guide. Daddy, tell me a little story? I expected my father arrives with an insistent request, every night at every single day, throughout my childhood. Even if I was tired, passing the bedtime, I kept my eyes wide open so he could with his stories, pack my sleep and feed my dreams. The winged horse, the painter cat, the tenor fish and a number of characters and plots stimulating my imagination and curiosity about the world, the affections and the "human" relationships. My mother use to be responsible for tell me a different story. No fantastic creatures or spectacular routes, she tell me tenderly, always with the same tone: "I stayed nine months resting before you born, and at the maternity I counted the fingers of your hands and feet to see if my little baby was born perfect. Due the joy, I kissed one by one!”. That was my history, and being mine, I was so much desired as feared. It was more about cats, horses or fish that I asked myself, but about what my mother felt for me, my place in my family and in the world. I'm sure these histories, real and fictional, were instrumental in my development and dreams that I, as a child, designed for my future. Many years later, I had the opportunity to closely know shelters and I noticed that in some of them, they poorly know the histories of the children that are accepted, and even less say something about it.
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