TalesToTell

Hi my name is Gigi. That's a stupid beginning. But who cares.

I’m a normal girl. I have in other words no life. Or well I do but it’s a boring one.

You might as well know that Gigi is not my real name it’s the name of the title and lead character of an old Hollywood movie. I love old movies and Gigi is one of my absolute favorite when it comes to the oldies.

I watched it when I was a small child the first time as my mother lay resting in her bed. It was a happy day.

Daddy was working probably and there was nothing better to do then watch my favorite channel.

TCM can you believe that? A child of four maybe five years old loved old black and white movies over cartoons.

My mother simply chook her head and thought nothing of it.

I was an unusual child in general now that I think about it. Enough about my past.

This blogg is going to be about a rather plane girls memories.

I say girl because I’m twenty-one years old and dislike the use of the word woman. It sounds strange in my mouth when I say it. I guess this is my first post.

I write it in English because that’s a language understood in most parts of the world.

Well after a rather long intro I’ll tell you folks that are still awake about my earliest memory.

I’m not sure about how old I am in this one. I guess I have to explain that as a small child I was very lady like.

No I don’t mean girly because I never really like girly things such as makeup, dolls or cooking things or whatever girl girls liked. I preferred to play pretend about discovering things, places or inventing new thing and day dream about the perfect room and name each room after how I hade designed it in my head.

I sometimes woke up at night to play in the dark because I prefer to play alone and nobody would bother me then. Ones the game I had made up my head was done I’d go back to sleep. But that was later.

My very first memory, I’m not sure which one it is actually. I remember ones we were in another country me and my family that is. We toured some part of Europe by car when I was a child.

I don’t remember much of that other than that they had a really small TV with a VHS player and that I used to watch a certain movie on it constantly too keep me entertained.

Drove the grownups mad apparently but it kept me calm so they never spoke up about it.

Anyhow we were in a city or town I don’t remember but I do remember that I found it very gray I think that was my way of thinking lifeless.

Never the less it made me crave something with color that made me and other people happy and thought of a flower. Now I don’t remember begging my mother for one but apparently I did because she told me this memories as well what she doesn’t know is that I recall it somewhat when the essentials happened.

Anyway she told me that we did not have money to buy a flower. I told her I could ask one for free she told me that they would not understand me but I was persistent and in the end my mother told me to go ahead and try while she waited outside the shop.

I remember a sound of a bell as I entered the flower shop and a very tall wooden desk close to the door with an even taller dark skinned or now that I think of it, it was simply brown but then I thought it was very dark skin and he had his thik hair slicked back and a mustache that I found strange for some reason.

I asked him “can I have a free flower pleas” and smiled. He was quite kind and smiled back he answered

“for a lovely lady like you, of course” quite the charmer I’d say.

He gave me this tall and quite big orange flower that smelled nice and had soft thin petals.

I walked out to my mother that looked at me with bid eyes very much surprised by the flower I had with me.

She asked me how I got it and I explained that since the man did not speak Swedish or Spanish (my native languages) I asked him in English. My mother’s jaw dropped.

That is all I remember from that specific memories.

Why I remember it I’m uncertain but I do know why it is important. It was the first time my mother found out that I could speak and understand the language English without ever attending to English course or being in the vicinity of English speaking people.

I myself blame TV and my beloved TCM movies.

That would be it for this time, more memories another day.

With love

Gigi