We grew up far apart. Different cities, sometimes different countries, different courtyards, and different schools. For some, there were swings with perpetually squeaking chains outside their windows; for others, just a balcony overlooking the neighbor’s rug.
But the moment someone says the word «childhood, ” we all describe the same thing…
This zine is about a past that was different for everyone, yet remembered the same. It is about the collective memory of my generation. With my story, I want to remind people how similar our pasts are.
Throughout the narrative, we immerse ourselves in the atmosphere of bygone years through memories of sounds, smells, and tastes.By awakening collective memory, the reader has the opportunity to recognize themselves as one with the people who surround them every day.
In seven years, we’ll be completely grown up, and then we’ll tackle all kinds of trivial stuff—like planting cherry trees or something else. But right now, we don’t have that time; childhood is slipping away. Childhood is the best time in life; you have to make the most of it. Years from now, when people ask you what you did with it, what will you say?
We’ve grown up. We have different phones, different cartoons, different sweets. But when we meet up, we say the same things. We laugh at the same jokes. We remember the same intro sequences. We recognize each other by these shared references. It’s not because we are the same. It’s because we were assembled from the same material—from the same television, the same stickers, the same courtyard, the same smells, sounds, and tastes. From what was everywhere, and so became ours.
