About childhood and children

I want to talk to you about childhood, % username% . Yes, it’s with you. Do not look to the side, and do not flip the page to the next post. Come under the cut - there you will find a part of yourself.

I am now 26 years old. It is not much and not little. It's somewhere in between. The age when you have long become independent and responsible, but have not yet fully managed to try on the role of your husband, father (grandfather ?!). However, I didn’t feel like adults, I don’t feel it. To be honest, I don’t even understand yet what it means to be an “adult.” Sometimes, for example, after some posts , I distinctly recall my childhood. Such memories can roll in waves when you meet a classmate (and even more so, a classmate), when you meet some items from childhood (I recently bought a Dandy; yes, the same Dandy!). And sometimes it can just be a sound, a smell, a ray of sunshine in the morning.

Retrospective

What do you remember at such moments? Yes, I’m asking you again, homo sapiens on the other side of the screen. Of course, it depends on the case: with classmates, you remember one thing, and playing in Denti is another. But everyone has some pleasant, most memorable episodes. I have several such episodes.

Thinking about friends , I recall how we played the Cossack robbers: how delightful it was to rush after the girl in whose profile (remember, there were such) the day before you wrote that you considered her the first beauty of the class. And then headlong away from her. The truth is not very fast so that she does not lose interest in running after you. Then I remember the birthday of a friend whom they did not call me to, and they played a “bottle” there and watched some new cartoons on cartridges. It was terribly insulting, yes! Fights wall-to-wall, climbing trees, “fun starts”, spitting with paper balls through pen tubes and much, much more.

Often remember grandparents. How pleasant it was to walk in a local park with my grandfather on an early summer morning: fir-tree smell, warm sun and a light cool breeze, causing goosebumps on your hands. Absolutely fantastic memories of how my grandmother put me to sleep in the evenings, luring me with a mug of warm milk and a huge gingerbread. And those moments when in winter you come running for dinner from the yard thoroughly wet and with a huge snowdrift on the hat, stash of snow in boots and inside mittens! And the hard snow in your pocket is your last munition. You are patiently undressed, forced to wash your hands and eat this huge bowl of soup. And with thoughts you are already back there in the yard.

Of course parents. Family kayaking trips. Trips to some distant cities where parents were involved in rock climbing (yeah, try to say this word at 5-6 years old). Campaigns on a visit! Distinct memories of how mom gathers, dyes; dad is reading something or looking for his pants or belt (the belt knew how to hide well, which is probably why they never torn me), and ABBA or Vysotsky is playing in the apartment at that moment. Well, or Rosenbaum, at worst. Very fond of collaborative movie watching. There weren’t any films then. Even on torrents, which then worked as stalls in the city center, new items appeared very rarely. And then my parents loved Sprite very much. After a climbing wall or jogging, we bought two two-liter Sprite bottles. How delicious he was then! It was later that E236, E301 and other useless ones showed up in it,

All these memories are one in one: I always and everywhere unconsciously felt safe. This feeling was an indisputable truth. It was completely natural to me. Now I already understand that this is due to the fact that I had a large family: parents, grandmothers, uncles and aunts. Of course, they scolded me and punished me (absolutely in vain in places! What? No, no, this deuce in mathematics is not mine at all, a completely stray deuce in my diary; go to the corner, say? Okay, just don’t swear, ma! ) But for all that, I knew that they loved me, that they would help me and protect me.

Gavrosh

Yes, I knew that there are different situations in life. That there are children who have an incomplete family, or there is no family at all. Attitude towards them changed and grew with me. As a child, I did not like them and was afraid - it was with such teenagers that fights most often occurred. I was afraid of them for a crazy, some kind of adult cruelty and recklessness. Then he was somehow indifferent. Now I respect immeasurably those who grew up in an orphanage and did not drink too much, did not lose their lifeline. I respect for the same thing for which I was afraid in childhood: for spiritual strength, understanding of life, for harshness and truthfulness.

However, now, at 26, I already see this picture completely. I see the beginning of their lives as refuseniks in city children's hospitals. Refuseniks. Fucking vile word. It means that some little girl (usually much younger than 20 years old) wrote "an official renunciation of motherhood." Well, that is, she got her average 19 minutes of pleasure, and the child went into the cold! All.

What I wrote at first will not apply to this child. He will not have grandparents, parents. There will be few friends and there will be nothing for them to play. Or they will not be up to it - they will have to survive: beg, steal food, steal money. Do you understand the situation in our orphanages now? But that is if they live to this age. Now they are babies in children's hospitals. Do you understand the situation in our children's hospitals now?

And what to do? Who will help? People, party, government, Putin ?

We. You and I. That's who will be. And no one else.

And where does the hub ...

I am sure that such a question will not even arise. As long as there are more people on Habré than UFOs. Although, I think, nothing human is alien to the aliens. However, I recall one fact.

Steve Jobs . Everyone knows his story - he was adopted by the Jobs family. If it were in our country, he could easily not survive the period when he was under the guardianship of the state. Now imagine that this happened, and delete half the posts on Habré. And, yes, take your iPhone out of your pocket and throw it away. And in general, forget about all the i-technology, forget about the "computer revolution". Do not look at Wall-e and in general all Pixar works.

I believe - among those children who are in children's hospitals, there are many talented minds. Even if not as brilliant as Steve, then more talented than me, you. In just 14-16 years here, right here on Habr, they will ask stupid and smart questions, write interesting posts and leave funny comments.

Only a dozen and a half years, and they will explain to us, stubborn programmers and designers, why Windows 21 is an open operating system developed by Microsoft in conjunction with Apple. They will be surprised that in iOS4 there was no support for Flash, because in their iPhoneX the operating system is based on Flash. And they will teach us how to write scripts on objective-functionative-smiple-C under the Google search engine from under Android. And we will learn from them.

We will learn from them later. But they need help now.

How to help these girls and boys?

Everything is obvious here, it’s not for me to teach you. You yourself understand everything perfectly. Need help and things, and deeds, and money. There are many forums and blogs of people who already do something on these Internet of yours .

I'm from Voronezh. And the situation in Voronezh children's hospitals is nowhere worse. Therefore, I ask you to help. Consider this a startup. You invest now and get satisfaction later.

Contacts can be found at the appropriate links . There are also photographs . And the story . And a lot of other things. Let's grow our future together. You and me.

You can talk a lot, but you already understood everything.

Epilogue

I have a lively impressive example before my eyes. Girl. My age. With a small son in his arms, without a husband. Not possessing iron nerves or an impenetrable psyche, busy taking care of the child and earning money, she helps children’s hospitals. Helps the kids. He collects money, buys things, distributes, tries to organize other people to help our rotting state medicine. She is completely upset by the appearance of abandoned children and human indifference. But she does not back down. I have something to learn from her.

PSI will explain a little. I hate tear posts myself. And this was not the aim. A post about something else - about the fact that there are children, many abandoned children. It’s not interesting, it can’t be programmed at night and it won’t be possible to brag to the girls. This is, and as long as it is, all the gigovy bliss and sophisticated gadgets are not worth a donut hole.
PPS "And where does the Hub ...". I was mistaken - such a question arose and it was almost the main one. Friends, I have bad news for you.