Therapy Day 2 – Early Childhood

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I always liked to start from the beginning. The one writing is this handsome guy…


I have lived all my life in a big, busy neighborhood at the western district of Thessaloniki, an amazingly beautiful Greek city with plenty of history, surrounded my mountains and the sea. Placed in North Greece, 500km away from the capital, Athens, its the second biggest city with the population exceeding 1 million people.

I always lived at the same house, 3rd floor apartment while my aunt, uncle and two cousins living at the 2nd floor and my grandparents living at the first floor. As I had no siblings, my two cousins, 4 and 5 years older than me, played a really important role in my life. Until now they are two of my best friends in the world although we live thousands of miles away from each other.

Endless moments of games, food (yes food of course, with my aunt being the best sweets’ scouter world has ever seen),  family gatherings in so many occasions, I cannot just remember all, carnival parties and so many good memories, so many photographs, laughs, tears, noises, singing and some more food that go along with the memories that even now that I am writing about it, I am smiling ear to ear.

My grandparents, now at their 90s, two amazingly loving people. My bossy grandmother and my free spirit grandfather that had this amazing summer little house 90km away from the city, only two minutes by bike from the seafront, were practically my parents for my 2-3 months of summer vacations every year. Having said that, there is a little funny incident about how close I was with them: Me being almost 3 years old, my parents left for a month for their belated honeymoon in Italy. So when they came back and visited me at my grandparents’ summer place, I run towards them and hugged them like a monkey, crying and calling them grandparents! This incident my father and mother will never forget and I think it deeply hurt them… Sorry mum and dad but I loved whoever fed me!

Everything that is coming to my mind about my childhood has to do with me being outdoors, playing, riding a bike, going at the beach during the summer every day and all day, going downstairs to my big cousins or going to my grandparents to ask for food when my mother was cooking beans or any other legumes which I as a child hated!

School was 2 minutes walking distance from where I lived. I was so charismatic in socialising that I had so many friends to always play, always kick a bottle of soda trying to play football at the schools’ yard. I am lucky enough to have met there my oldest and one of my dearest friends in the world from my early childhood, Olga.

I was about to finish writing this post without saying anything (besides the honeymoon return story) about my most beloved people in the world, my parents! A mother that her energy can fill a stadium and my hard working father that at this stage of my life was away from home a lot because of his work, but every late evening that he was coming home to play with me, to put some tapperware on our heads and play the pirates or any other role playing game that I wanted to play! Both of them without realising it at the time where the cornerstone of who I am today and who I will be in the future, my absolute role models and are currently the two people I miss the most and every day of these last 5 years…

Before I get too sentimental, I will stop writing here and continue next time…

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