It's 1984. Our small Lesio is under four. We live on the second floor. "Lesiu, go to Warsaw's life to the kiosk" - we ask and give him a "fisher", or PLN 5. The forest gets on its three-wheel plastic bike, drives to the elevator, slides down, drives to the kiosk (the road did not gotta pass), buys a newspaper, returns.
It's 1985. The forest starts to throw distant garbage, but already we live on the 4th floor, so the elevator had to take longer.
It's 1991. 'Lesio is 10 years old and is coming with me to Trieste. That's where he goes to school, and he fundamentally takes the bus. Sam. Half an hr 1 way. At first, Lesio knows only 2 words: “permesso” “scusi”. Then he learns fantastic Italian, but at first he couldn't do anything.
I'm looking at my grandchildren. Parents won't think about sending a 4-year-old (-year-old) to choice up groceries, a 5-year-old (-year-old) to send a garbage elevator. Even in Warsaw, where they live permanently, 10-year-olds do not travel.
I feel like we're making our kids look like we want to. Keep it as long as possible as a child.
Michał Leszczyński
