Erased from my memory
Although I resemble a human in my physical appearance, a very normal one with many flaws, the truth is that I am an elephant. You may already know that, if you have read some of my posts in the past or talked to me in the comment section. Yeah, an elephant that remembers many things, dates, numbers, people, words, music, places, paths, aromas, smells, sounds, moments, some dreams, you name it. I am not sure how long this condition will last, will I be able to keep an alive image until my very last day of all the things that tugged at my heartstrings in a certain moment of my life. I will see when that day arrives.
However, there are some situations that I completely swiped out of my memory. For example, my first day at school. Why can't I recall that day at all? I don't know, maybe it was deleted from my memory on purpose, or I was just too small. What I do remember are some of the lessons later, when I felt I didn't understand our teacher fully. Now I know that it was because she wasn't saying the words I was supposed to understand in my native language. Neither the other children communicated with me in my mother tongue around me - that was a thing I guess I had to accept slowly in my first days of school and adapt as fast as possible. There were no issues to learn in the same way as the others; however, I don't remember having a best friend until much, much later.
I am one of these little ones (first from the left in the first row) while receiving a guest, a soldier, as it was the tradition that they visited schools one day in the year. We all had to wear these "uniforms", red scarves around the neck over white shirts and a blue hat.
Luckily, the regular elementary school was not the only one I attended in those early years. I also enrolled on the local music school, after begging my parents for a whole year. Considered "too young" to attend the regular piano lessons, I had to wait an additional year to start with them, but somehow, I get it there to start with the piano lessons before the year finished. I guess I was just too boring repeating that I really want to play that instrument. So, there I was, on my first piano lesson! That first day can't be forgotten, and the decision that I made - I will be a pianist/piano teacher. No alternatives. No other professions or instruments. Only piano. 🎹 A deeply rooted dream, a choice, a path that has been steadily walked since then.
That very first piano lesson happened in the school where I started working after I graduated from the Academy of Music. I was back to the roots, teaching in the same classrooms and playing in the same concert hall as I did when I was small. My musical education almost completely overshadowed my regular elementary education, so maybe that is another reason why I don't clearly remember my first day of school, even though the elephant's powers are still not fading, I think.
This was my "entry" to the prompt I saw yesterday, The Silverbloggers Chronicles - Prompt # 32 answering the question:
What do you remember feeling on your first day of school?
Everything was deleted, but the pioneer oath remained:
"Danas, kada postajem pionir, dajem časnu pionirku reč, da ću marljivo učiti i raditi, poštovati roditelje i starije i biti veran i iskren drug...".
Danas kada postajem pionir... that's true. That also stayed somewhere, carved in the memory 😉
What a richly described post, @mipiano! Truly inspiring!!
I’ll have to think about my first day of school, maybe ask my memory what it can find.
I have a thing that tends to keep childhood memories under lock & key. I’ve learned over time to be gentle and respectful and ask my memory if it feels comfortable remembering things from the early years.
But, hey! I’m grateful I remember I had a cup of tea and a 🍌 for breakfast this morning, lol! 🌅
Maybe I also made a secret deal with my memory, who knows 😅
Oh, a banana sounds great. These days we were looking to buy bananas and all were too green, in every single grocery store. But ok, we still have a ton of oranges at home 😂
What a beautiful memories!!
😇 Gracias Pinero!
I wish I had the memory of an elephant! Mine is very, very bad.
Where did you go to school where you could not speak your mother tongue? That must have been so difficult.
Nice to see you in Silver Bloggers @mipiano <3 You certainly followed your dreams.
I am glad I found out about this prompt and post in Silver Bloggers, thank you for your welcome! 😇
I am Hungarian, but I was born and went to school in Yugoslavia. Of course, later as years passed, I had to put in extra effort to learn to write in proper Hungarian at home, as the Serbian language became the easier one haha. Later came English. And after that, Spanish. 😁
I did! 🙏
We have a writing prompt every Monday.
Gosh, you can speak many languages then @mipiano! Thank goodness you followed your dreams🥰
Sometimes I ask myself, do I speak any of them 100% properly... 😂
I will try to be around then; this one was really fun! 😇
I do not remember my first day of school, but I do remember taking a piano lesson. Then my teacher and her husband had a baby, so it didn't last very long. She was quite too busy to teach anything after that.
We could be colleagues 😁 Sorry you didn't continue or find another piano teacher.
Maybe learning an instrument marks us more deeply than just regular school, so we remember it better.
No, not at all! I was in the percussion section for six years in school. I tried to start learning to play the guitar, but then I got busy playing World of Warcraft and I kind of forgot to keep going. I still have the guitar, but I never learned to play and I stopped playing WoW decades ago.
😂😂 haha
That must have been more interesting at that moment! 😉
How interesting... I think the piano lessons were much more important and the language thing in primary school was what made you maybe forget things... maybe you don't want to internally remember them, remember that the brain exists to protect us.
I remember my first day of kindergarten, I cried like crazy, and I was just screaming... mom don't leave me... it was painful, a lot!
It always breaks my heart to see little children crying like that when they have to enter kindergarten or school. 😥
But you remember it, so your memory doesn't hide it from you 😉
I remember very well, I didn't want to be left there, I didn't want to be left there!😆
𐲋𐳢𐳇𐳉𐳓𐳉𐳤⹁ 𐳏𐳛𐳎 𐳙𐳉𐳘 𐳉𐳘𐳖𐳋𐳓𐳥𐳉𐳖 𐳀𐳯 𐳉𐳖𐳤𐳟 𐳙𐳀𐳠𐳢𐳀⹁ 𐳠𐳉𐳇𐳐𐳍 𐳀𐳯 𐳐𐳍𐳀𐳯𐳁𐳙 𐳙𐳀𐳎 𐳉𐳤𐳉𐳘𐳋𐳚. 𐲀𐳯 𐳉𐳚𐳋𐳘 𐳙𐳀𐳎𐳛𐳙 𐳉𐳘𐳖𐳋𐳓𐳉𐳯𐳉𐳦𐳉𐳤 𐳮𐳛𐳖𐳦 :𐲇
𐲋𐳙 𐳂𐳉𐳓𐳞𐳦𐳞𐳦𐳦⹁ 𐳉𐳎𐳉𐳙𐳉𐳤 𐳖𐳁𐳂𐳂𐳀𐳖 𐳘𐳉𐳙𐳦𐳉𐳘⹁ 𐳘𐳉𐳢𐳦 𐳀 𐳦𐳋𐳢𐳇𐳉𐳘 𐳞𐳤𐳥𐳉 𐳮𐳛𐳖𐳦 𐳮𐳀𐳢𐳢𐳮𐳀⹁ 𐳀𐳯 𐳐𐳓𐳉𐳢𐳦𐳉𐳤𐳦𐳮𐳋𐳢𐳉𐳘 𐳠𐳉𐳇𐳐𐳍 𐳍𐳐𐳠𐳥𐳉𐳤 𐳓𐳀𐳢𐳢𐳀𐳖⹁ 𐳘𐳉𐳢𐳦 𐳖𐳉𐳉𐳤𐳉𐳦𐳦 𐳉𐳎 𐳓𐳟𐳓𐳉𐳢𐳑𐳦𐳋𐳤𐳢𐳟𐳖. 𐲓𐳋𐳠𐳯𐳉𐳖𐳇 𐳉𐳖⹁ 𐳏𐳛𐳎 𐳙𐳋𐳯𐳦𐳬𐳙𐳓 𐳓𐳐 :𐲇 𐲆𐳀𐳓 𐳐𐳦𐳦 𐳤𐳉𐳙𐳓𐳐 𐳙𐳉𐳘 𐳦𐳪𐳇𐳒𐳀⹁ 𐳏𐳛𐳎 𐳙𐳉𐳓𐳉𐳘 𐳮𐳀𐳙 𐳉𐳎 𐳐𐳓𐳉𐳢𐳦𐳉𐳤𐳦𐳮𐳋𐳢𐳉𐳘⹁ 𐳥𐳜𐳮𐳀𐳖 𐳉𐳯 𐳦𐳐𐳦𐳛𐳓⹁ 𐳆𐳀𐳓 𐳦𐳉 𐳦𐳪𐳇𐳛𐳇.
𐲒𐳀𐳒⹁ 𐳏𐳁𐳦 𐳉𐳯 𐳦𐳋𐳚𐳖𐳉𐳍 𐳉𐳘𐳖𐳋𐳓𐳉𐳯𐳉𐳦𐳉𐳤 𐳮𐳛𐳖𐳦 𐳀𐳓𐳓𐳛𐳢! 𐲋𐳤 𐳌𐳁𐳒𐳇𐳀𐳖𐳘𐳀𐳤. 𐲒𐳀𐳒!!
𐲀𐳯𐳋𐳢𐳦 𐳢𐳉𐳘𐳋𐳖𐳉𐳘⹁ 𐳤𐳉𐳙𐳓𐳐 𐳤𐳉𐳘 𐳦𐳪𐳇𐳒𐳀 𐳂𐳉𐳏𐳉𐳓𐳓𐳉𐳖𐳙𐳐 𐳀 𐳢𐳛𐳮𐳁𐳤𐳑𐳢𐳁𐳤 𐳦𐳐𐳦𐳓𐳀𐳐𐳦⹁ 𐳋𐳤 𐳙𐳉𐳘 𐳌𐳛𐳢𐳇𐳑𐳦𐳒𐳁𐳓 𐳖𐳉 𐳓𐳑𐳮𐳁𐳙𐳆𐳐𐳤𐳁𐳍𐳂𐳜𐳖.
𐲙𐳀⹁𐳙𐳉𐳓𐳉𐳘 𐳐𐳤 𐳮𐳀𐳙 𐳉𐳎 𐳦𐳐𐳦𐳓𐳛𐳘 – 𐳀 𐳌𐳐𐳀𐳘 𐲂𐳪𐳇𐳀𐳠𐳉𐳤𐳦𐳉𐳙 𐳖𐳉𐳥 𐳉𐳯𐳉𐳙 𐳀 𐳏𐳋𐳦𐳮𐳋𐳍𐳋𐳙. 𐲘𐳐 𐳘𐳉𐳍 𐳘𐳁𐳢𐳄𐳐𐳪𐳤 𐳮𐳋𐳍𐳋𐳙 :)))
𐲙𐳉𐳘 𐳦𐳪𐳇𐳒𐳁𐳓⹁ 𐳙𐳉 𐳐𐳯𐳍𐳪𐳖𐳒. 𐲙𐳉𐳘𐳢𐳋𐳍 𐳘𐳉𐳍𐳓𐳋𐳢𐳦𐳉𐳘 𐳀 𐳘𐳉𐳤𐳦𐳉𐳢𐳤𐳋𐳍𐳉𐳤 𐳐𐳙𐳦𐳉𐳖𐳖𐳐𐳍𐳉𐳙𐳯𐳐𐳁𐳦⹁ 𐳏𐳛𐳎 𐳘𐳛𐳙𐳇𐳒𐳀 𐳘𐳉𐳍 𐳙𐳉𐳓𐳉𐳘 𐳘𐳐𐳗𐳉𐳙 𐳑𐳢𐳁𐳤 𐳉𐳯⹁ 𐳋𐳤 𐳙𐳉𐳘 𐳦𐳪𐳇𐳦𐳀. 𐲥𐳜𐳮𐳀𐳖 𐳙𐳉𐳘 𐳦𐳪𐳇𐳛𐳙 𐳏𐳛𐳎 𐳦𐳪𐳇𐳙𐳁𐳓 𐳓𐳐𐳓𐳜𐳇𐳛𐳖𐳙𐳐. 😆
𐲞𐳢𐳬𐳖𐳞𐳓⹁ 𐳏𐳛𐳎 𐳘𐳉𐳙𐳦𐳉𐳓 𐲂𐳪𐳇𐳀𐳠𐳉𐳤𐳦𐳢𐳉. 𐲒𐳜 𐳐𐳇𐳟𐳦𐳞𐳖𐳦𐳋𐳤𐳦 𐳙𐳉𐳓𐳦𐳉𐳓! 😎
𐲋𐳙 𐳐𐳤 𐳠𐳛𐳙𐳦 𐳘𐳛𐳤𐳦 𐳘𐳉𐳍𐳠𐳢𐳜𐳂𐳁𐳖𐳦𐳀𐳘. 𐲘𐳐𐳙𐳇𐳒𐳁𐳢𐳦 𐳀 𐳇𐳐𐳤𐳄𐳛𐳢𐳇𐳛𐳙 𐳘𐳉𐳍𐳘𐳛𐳙𐳇𐳛𐳘 𐳘𐳐𐳦 𐳘𐳛𐳙𐳇𐳛𐳦𐳦 𐳏𐳀𐳏𐳀
If you remember what you want, you are indeed an elephant! 🐘
I just took a selfie of myself...
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🎉🎉🥳 Congratulations 🥳🎊🎊
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Somehow I also got that kind of memory. Especially if those memories brought joy or sadness. It was carved. Though there are ones that are blurry. Maybe those are none important😬😆
Our memory seems to pick what it wants to remember :D
I liked the prompt, thank you 😇
Don't feel bad. I do not remember my first day of school either. In fact, I don't remember much of the earliest school years.
Maybe I am wrong, but I think that for the children who start school nowadays will be easier to remember the first day of school - that day is usually accompanied by taking a lot of photos, so one day, if they look back at those pictures, they will be able to recall it better. I don't know, maybe I am wrong haha
I think you might be on to something there.
Love the pictures of you when little, I think I can remember my first day at school for some reasons, some incidents that happened that day can't be erased tho I don't have a picture like you.
Maybe you can accompany your post with a different photo. I didn't have my first day's photo either 😉
Tu cerebro prefirió recordar como tu primer día de escuela en la que fuiste más feliz, cuando empezaste el camino hacia tu sueño 😊. Yo tengo un vago recuerdo de mi primer día de escuela...bueno en realidad no fue el primero, mi memoria es pésima 😆.
El cerebro juega con nosotros a veces jaja, esconde y muestra, como le da la gana 😆
Me gustó el tema, no sabía de estas iniciativas en Silver Bloggers... a ver qué pregunta nos ponen el lunes que viene. A lo mejor tú también participas, me resultó divertido pero no tenía foto de mi primer día del cole
He visto la iniciativa, pero nunca me he animado a participar. Debería hacerlo, a ver si me divierto igual que tú lo has hecho 🙂.
I don't remember much from my time in elementary school; the first day is completely erased from my memory, perhaps because I was very young, but other significant things remain with me.
That is nice that other important moments stayed in your memory. Maybe the first day didn't leave much of an impact on you, but good that you remember other things. :)
I don't remember my first day of school, either. I was four years old starting Kindergarten. My mother said that when she walked me to the front of the school, I walked in confidently without looking back.
She said she cried as I walked away. I'm her oldest child, so I guess she realized her children were growing up and didn't need her as much.
I don't know why it was so emotional to her, because she had three more at home and was expecting her youngest (who was born just two months later). Yes, if you are wondering, we are all close in age. I'm the oldest of five, and the youngest was born 5 years and 10 days after me.
I didn't have that issue, since I homeschooled my children, they stayed home with me. Maybe that's why I don't understand why she was so emotional. My children didn't have to leave me when they were so young.
Thank you for sharing your experience with me. Maybe it was indeed the reason for your mother to be that emotional, she knew you had grown already big enough and she wanted you still to be close.
A beautiful remembrance. I think it's cool that you knew immediately what you would be when you grew up and followed it through. I began following my passion too during my first year of school; I wrote my first story in kindergarten, but I didn't realize that I wanted to be a writer until much, much later.
Yeah, I think I had luck to recognise that call. We had a piano at home, which my mom had when she was small. I already liked to try to play some little tunes by ear before the official piano lessons ;)
Your reflection on memory and connection is deeply moving. The essence of an elephant, filled with memories, teaches us that even though some moments fade away, the lessons we learn endure. Music, as you say, is a thread that ties our experiences together and guides us towards our purpose.
Your passion for the piano is a testament to how dreams can shape us, even in the midst of hardship. Every note you play not only tells a story, but also builds a legacy that transcends time.
Thank you for opening your heart; your journey resonates with those around you.
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