To answer that I had to know how is other countries childhood. But I grew up in a dangerous place, so I guess being among dangerous people was somehow very unique 😂😂
I would play a lot of street football (no soccer bulshit) among cars. That probably made me a little better than the average south american player, because every single other person from south america Ive met is really bad at football in comparison to what I was used to. I remember playing in argentina and being really frustated because I couldnt believe how bad the average person there was. I guess they dont grow Messis out of trees
My gf is from Venezuela. She said when she was growing up, kidnappings of little girls was rampant so parents would give their daughters “boy” haircuts and dress them in male school uniforms to avoid being targets of a potential kidnapping.
When I was younger, it was common for small rural towns to be mostly just women and children, because the majority of the men had gone off to work in the US. A lot did seasonal work, so they’d come back more or less around the same time. My dad was a construction worker who didn’t have to stop working, so I basically only saw him a few times for the first 4 years of my life.
June month, São João, festas juninas, school quadrilhas juninas who danced to forró and portrayed a marriage with a couple and a priest, with orchestrated square dance
Also corn based food like pamonha, canjica, mungunzá, angu, and peanut based food like bolo de pé-de-moleque, paçoca, amendoim
Plus bonfires, several kinds of fireworks, forró pé-de-serra, family gatherings…
It is my fondest memory of childhood of something typically Brazilian
I remember little what happened in Peru, during my early childhood. Other being close bond with my cousin Tayber. This was 1989 and 1990, was 2 to 3 years of age, all I know Lima was like Caracas today, dangerous; terrorism bombings from Shining Path.
38 years later it’s flipped… Caracas is more dangerous than Lima.
Going through the traumatic experience of dancing at the annual São João party at school. It was nice because we’d skip classes to rehearse but the actual presentation was simply dreadful.
I lived half a block from the largest tianguis in the world (think of it like a mix of a farmer’s market and an informal market) that spanned for several kilometers (Tianguis de la San Felipe in México city), it’s an 8 lane avenue, from start to finish, stall after stall of everything and anything you might need: amazing food from anywhere in the country (they even sell Chinese and sushi there now), cheap groceries, apparel, electronics, antiques, toys, you name it, they sell it there.
Running every Sunday after receiving your allowance to buy snacks, toys or trade used videogames.
It’s one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in the city but just having that every Sunday made it worth it.
Creating “Protest Kits” aka emergency kits for when protests turned ugly. The kits included everything from snacks, bottled wattled, to gauzes, rubbing alcohol, and toothpaste for when tear gas was thrown. We kept them somewhere hidden in our classroom and every now and then we would sneak, eat the snacks, and then tell our parents someone had eaten our emergency snacks. Core Venezuelan memory if your school was located in an area where protests were taking place.
There was a national strike for 3 months. For our parents it was awful. For me it was great, I had no school and I got to play with my friends and cousins every day.
I just remember how the country went progressively bad, from not having water services a few hours every now and then to be almost 6 days without water, from occasional blackouts one or twice a year, to daily and for hours.
The craziest one for me was crime, I remember from 2000-2003 crime was Latam bad but by 2013-2016 it was war zone bad remember the store closing at 4 pm and people trying to be at home before night, by 7-8 pm streets were deserted .
I don’t know if this is too dissimilar from other large cities in Latam but the proximity to things you could do. The candy shop across the street had arcade games, neighborhood soccer, a yearly street festival, the tianguis, downtown, the water resorts and pyramid ruins a few hours away. Easy to stay entertained back then, I moved away early in my life so I couldn’t experience it all but those memories are cherished.
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Watching matches of the world cup in elementary/primary school whenever a live match falls in school hours, but maybe they do the same in brazil
To answer that I had to know how is other countries childhood. But I grew up in a dangerous place, so I guess being among dangerous people was somehow very unique 😂😂
I would play a lot of street football (no soccer bulshit) among cars. That probably made me a little better than the average south american player, because every single other person from south america Ive met is really bad at football in comparison to what I was used to. I remember playing in argentina and being really frustated because I couldnt believe how bad the average person there was. I guess they dont grow Messis out of trees
Cosme & Damião day. Is like Hallowen. Kids going door to door asking for candy
My gf is from Venezuela. She said when she was growing up, kidnappings of little girls was rampant so parents would give their daughters “boy” haircuts and dress them in male school uniforms to avoid being targets of a potential kidnapping.
The size of the country, so in my childhood I could visit many places and enjoy nature, the sound of the rivers and the singing of the birds,…
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This guy every sunday on television, from 1989 to 2022. And you don’t even know who he is.
When I was younger, it was common for small rural towns to be mostly just women and children, because the majority of the men had gone off to work in the US. A lot did seasonal work, so they’d come back more or less around the same time. My dad was a construction worker who didn’t have to stop working, so I basically only saw him a few times for the first 4 years of my life.
Throwing a hissyfit because mom wouldn’t let me play in the fogging
June month, São João, festas juninas, school quadrilhas juninas who danced to forró and portrayed a marriage with a couple and a priest, with orchestrated square dance
Also corn based food like pamonha, canjica, mungunzá, angu, and peanut based food like bolo de pé-de-moleque, paçoca, amendoim
Plus bonfires, several kinds of fireworks, forró pé-de-serra, family gatherings…
It is my fondest memory of childhood of something typically Brazilian
I remember little what happened in Peru, during my early childhood. Other being close bond with my cousin Tayber. This was 1989 and 1990, was 2 to 3 years of age, all I know Lima was like Caracas today, dangerous; terrorism bombings from Shining Path.
38 years later it’s flipped… Caracas is more dangerous than Lima.
Going through the traumatic experience of dancing at the annual São João party at school. It was nice because we’d skip classes to rehearse but the actual presentation was simply dreadful.
I lived half a block from the largest tianguis in the world (think of it like a mix of a farmer’s market and an informal market) that spanned for several kilometers (Tianguis de la San Felipe in México city), it’s an 8 lane avenue, from start to finish, stall after stall of everything and anything you might need: amazing food from anywhere in the country (they even sell Chinese and sushi there now), cheap groceries, apparel, electronics, antiques, toys, you name it, they sell it there.
Running every Sunday after receiving your allowance to buy snacks, toys or trade used videogames.
It’s one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in the city but just having that every Sunday made it worth it.
Watching cartoons in Brazilian dub, I guess
Creating “Protest Kits” aka emergency kits for when protests turned ugly. The kits included everything from snacks, bottled wattled, to gauzes, rubbing alcohol, and toothpaste for when tear gas was thrown. We kept them somewhere hidden in our classroom and every now and then we would sneak, eat the snacks, and then tell our parents someone had eaten our emergency snacks. Core Venezuelan memory if your school was located in an area where protests were taking place.
There was a national strike for 3 months. For our parents it was awful. For me it was great, I had no school and I got to play with my friends and cousins every day.
I just remember how the country went progressively bad, from not having water services a few hours every now and then to be almost 6 days without water, from occasional blackouts one or twice a year, to daily and for hours.
The craziest one for me was crime, I remember from 2000-2003 crime was Latam bad but by 2013-2016 it was war zone bad remember the store closing at 4 pm and people trying to be at home before night, by 7-8 pm streets were deserted .
I don’t know if this is too dissimilar from other large cities in Latam but the proximity to things you could do. The candy shop across the street had arcade games, neighborhood soccer, a yearly street festival, the tianguis, downtown, the water resorts and pyramid ruins a few hours away. Easy to stay entertained back then, I moved away early in my life so I couldn’t experience it all but those memories are cherished.
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