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Thursday, May 6, 2010

Love Thursday: Le Memorie dell'Estate

As I was looking through some of my notebooks from my last semester in college, which was amazingly a year and a half ago, I found a composition I was required to write in one of my advanced Italian classes. That semester, I studied literary terminology, such as metaphors, similes, etc; poetry; symbolism in Italian films; and the likes. The composition I found was one in which we were required to write about our childhood using metaphors and similes. It's cherished dearly as it contains some of my most fondest memories of when I was little. The original was written in Italian, but I've provided the translation at the bottom.




Un anno prima che sono nata, i miei genitori hanno comminciato ad affitare un grande appartamento a Woodbridge, New Jersey. Avevamo una cucina in cui si poteva mangiare nella mattina prima di partire per la scuola. Fuori della finestra in cucina, c'era un albero dei ciliegi che sempre sbocciava i pioccolissimi fiori rosa nella primavera. Vicino alla cucina. c'era un grande salotto luminoso con le porte a vetri da cui si poteva uscire sul balcone. Davanti a queste porte, si poteva sempre trovare i nostri gatti che si sdraivano per terra, crogiolando nel tepore del sole.

Ogni giorno dell'estate, i miei amici, mia madre ed io, camminavamo alla piscina locale. L'erba circontava alla piscina era sempre coperta con le coperte e le asciugamani. Alla piscina diventavo un pesce perche' mi piaceva nuotare tutto il giorno, uscendo dall'acqua con le mani potate. Anche se mi venivano i brividi con le labbra blu e battevo i denti, rifiutavo uscire dalla piscina e mi sommergevo per non ascoltare mia madre che voleva che uscissi. Tornavamo a casa abbronzati con le guancie rosa. La sera, i miei amici ed io giocavamo fuori di casa. Vicino a casa c'era un grande campo. A notte, l'erba era un mare nero e l'unica luce che c'era, era quella emessa dalle lucciole che catturavamo. Nel buio doppio, la luce dalle lucciole era piu' brilliante e loro sembravano come le stelle che scintillavano nel cielo.

Le memorie dell'estate al appartamento erano meravigliose. Quando ci siamo traslocati, siccome non c'era una piscina alla casa nuova, mio fratello ed io, dovevamo cercare un modo per riprenderci dal calore soffocante nel giardino. All'inizio, questo era devastante per noi. I nostri genitori hanno comprato un trampolino e una rete per la pallavolo. Mettavamo un annaffiatoio sotto il trampolino o vicino al trampolino per bagnarci. Mentre saltavamo sul trampolino, l'acqua creava un spruzzo leggero. Quando giocavamo a pallavolo, mettavamo l'annaffiatoio vicino alla rete. Comunque, mio fratello ed io, abbiamo deciso che l'annaffiatoio non poteva mai rimpiazzare la piscina.



Translation:

A year before I was born, my parents began renting a big apartment in Woodbridge, New Jersey. We had a kitchen in which we could eat in before leaving for school. Outside the kitchen window, there was a cherry tree that always blossomed little pink flowers in the spring. Next to the kitchen, there was a big living room with french doors from which you could go out onto the balcony. In front of these doors, you could always find our cats that laid on the floor, basking in the warmth of the sun.

Every day in the summer, my friends, my mother, and I walked to the local pool. The grass surrounding the pool was always covered with blankets and towels. At the pool I became a fish because I liked to swim all day, coming out of the pool with pruned hands. Even if I shivered, with blue lips and my teeth chattered, I refused to get out of the pool and I would submerge myself so I couldn't hear my mother who wanted me to get out. We returned home tan with rosy cheeks. At night, my friends and I played outside. Next to the house, there was a big field. At night the grass was a black sea, and the only light there was, was that emitted by the fireflies that we captured. In the thick dark, the light of the fireflies was more bright and they seemed like stars that twinkled in the sky.

The memories of the summer were wonderful. When we moved, since there wasn't a pool at our new house, my brother and I had to find a way to cool off from the suffocating heat in the garden. At first, this was devastating for us. Our parents bought a trampoline and a volleyball net. We would put a sprinkler under or close to the trampoline to get ourselves wet. While we jumped on the trampoline, the water would create a light spray. When we played volleyball, we put the sprinkler next to the net. However, my brother and I decided that the sprinkler could never replace the pool.



What are your most fondest memories of your childhood? Leave a comment about your story, in either English or Italian, or send me an e-mail at PassagetoItaly@gmail.com.


Happy Love Thursday!

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