Narrative  11

The baseball game:

I remember being a child I hated playing baseball. Mainly because I used to be a “benchwarmer.” Nothing more humiliating and nothing to make me love the game!

More than twenty years later I was taking a walk in the early evening in Lafontaine Park, with a hint of loneliness and melancholy in my heart, when I came across a baseball game played by a small band of youngsters.

There was something in the air that night that decided me to dwell: the shouts of encouragement from parents sitting in the small bleachers; the warmth of this late summer evening; the feeling to suddenly be in an American movie archetype on childhood nostalgia.

Those few minutes I spent watching this joust, which was ending, became one of my most beautiful moments of relaxation and well-being of my life; certainly in the top 10! I so wanted this game lasts and lasts...

Later, resuming my walk, I had a lighter heart; I had the feeling of having touched and "recovered" a part of my youth, my childhood, where I wasn’t able to enjoy this game in all its glory because of the spirit of fierce competition of my coaches of yesteryear.

I was so happy for those few minutes in the park as much as I am now revealing to you, with a colorful of grace, understanding, forgiveness and acceptance, this story which belongs to my childhood memory...

My favorite seasons

I believe that my favorite season is winter. But, at the same time, I like very much summer.

I like winter because of the strong urge, I have to say thanks to life.

I like summer for the sensation of freedom it gets me in.

I like winter because of the soul-searching it brings me to do.

I like summer when nothing seems to be impossible.

I like winter for the holiday season.

I like summer because it inspires me to explore, to go farther and to travel endlessly.

I like winter for the snow that’s so white in the countryside.

I like summer, because it gives me a strong urge to know people and to taste the joy to burst, to commune with nature.

I like winter for the comfort, the warm and the sensation of security which it gives me when I’m in my room contemplating the wintry landscape through my window...

Narrative 5

Popsicles :

Boy, did I loved Popsicles! Orange, banana. My preferred were the orange one. From time to time, I also ate the banana one, because their tastes were very different.

I also tested and tasted new colors like when the blue ones appeared. What flavor were they? No idea!  But I wanted even so to test them!

I also tried those with three colors, but I don’t know why the three flavors eventually rose up to my throat!

Later, I tried some Mr. Freeze and others of the same kind. But nothing beats a good very cold orange Popsicle, on a great hot summer day and eating it while rolling on my bike, one hand on the handlebar, wind in my hair, orange droplets on my chin and my eyes sparkling in ecstasy: I discovered the freedom to live …