Post by account_disabled on Jan 2, 2024 4:48:05 GMT
When I read the post " How I started making up stories " by Tenar, I went back in time, to when I was a child and sat in my room watching the kids' TV, the one that (almost) in the early days of television Italian began around 4pm with a background of clouds and white lines symbolizing the waves. It was nice in those days: TV programs had a beginning and an end, whereas today people need to get addicted to television and there are programs at all hours of the day and night. In my house the TV would be turned on for the children's programmes: Furia , 3 nephews and a butler , Emil , Pippi Longstocking , Lassie , Rin Tin Tin , Tarzan , The Treasure of the Nameless Castle , The White Stone , Zorro , Orzowei , Vita as a witch .
From the cartoons I was in love with Penelope Pitstop , Mototopo and Autogatto , but in general I loved everything from Hanna-Barbera ( Lupo de' Lupis , Yogi , Napo Orso Capo , Ernesto Sparalesto , Braccobaldo ). Japanese cartoons have never had much of an impact on me, I really don't like that kind of drawing, even though I've seen Jeeg Robot and Special Data Grendizer , but also Heidi and (alas) Candy Candy ... Creating new realities So I've been eating stories since I was a child . I didn't read, as I confessed several times on the blog, even though I wore out my copies of The Fifteen , reading all the fairy tales, fables and poems of the first two volumes and also all the articles in the other books (except the last one which was for parents, therefore boring for us children). The Fifteen were the first volumes of my primordial documentation. I jumped from one to another to steal secrets, discover new worlds for my mental fantasies.
Or to build something to play with. It wasn't the time of video games: in that era, in my opinion, children had more imagination than today, because they invented stories with what they had: us children with the toy soldiers, the fort, the cars and Big Jim little girls with Barbies, the kitchen and other dolls Now he is fed a video game, where the story has been written by someone else and the child can only advance along pre-set tracks. But he doesn't invent anything. Toys were tools for inventing stories I created stories in my head: I had cowboys and soldiers that I made move around the fort, or soldiers from the Second World War who always experienced new battles, or little cars that ran around on the giant carpet in my room, or Big Jim who fought against Doctor Steel ( Hand of Steel). Every day for me was filled with stories.
From the cartoons I was in love with Penelope Pitstop , Mototopo and Autogatto , but in general I loved everything from Hanna-Barbera ( Lupo de' Lupis , Yogi , Napo Orso Capo , Ernesto Sparalesto , Braccobaldo ). Japanese cartoons have never had much of an impact on me, I really don't like that kind of drawing, even though I've seen Jeeg Robot and Special Data Grendizer , but also Heidi and (alas) Candy Candy ... Creating new realities So I've been eating stories since I was a child . I didn't read, as I confessed several times on the blog, even though I wore out my copies of The Fifteen , reading all the fairy tales, fables and poems of the first two volumes and also all the articles in the other books (except the last one which was for parents, therefore boring for us children). The Fifteen were the first volumes of my primordial documentation. I jumped from one to another to steal secrets, discover new worlds for my mental fantasies.
Or to build something to play with. It wasn't the time of video games: in that era, in my opinion, children had more imagination than today, because they invented stories with what they had: us children with the toy soldiers, the fort, the cars and Big Jim little girls with Barbies, the kitchen and other dolls Now he is fed a video game, where the story has been written by someone else and the child can only advance along pre-set tracks. But he doesn't invent anything. Toys were tools for inventing stories I created stories in my head: I had cowboys and soldiers that I made move around the fort, or soldiers from the Second World War who always experienced new battles, or little cars that ran around on the giant carpet in my room, or Big Jim who fought against Doctor Steel ( Hand of Steel). Every day for me was filled with stories.