We grew up far apart. Different cities, sometimes different countries, different neighborhoods, and different schools. But when someone mentions the word «childhood, ” we describe the exact same thing…
This zine is about a past that was uniquely individual yet recalled uniformly—about the collective memory of my generation. Through my story, I want to illustrate 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 gains the opportunity to recognize themselves as a single entity with the people who surround them every day.
In seven years, we’ll be adults, and then we can dabble in all sorts of trivialities—like planting cherry trees or something else—but now we don’t have that time; childhood is passing. Childhood is the best time in life; it must be used wisely. Years from now, when people ask you what you did with it, what will you say?
We have grown up. We have different phones, different cartoons, different candies. But when we meet, we say the same things. We laugh at the same jokes. We remember the same intros. We recognize each other through these jokes.This isn’t because we are the same. It’s because we were assembled from the same material. From the same television, the same stickers, the same yard, the same smells, sounds, and tastes. From what was everywhere, and thus became ours.
