
Dear Coilers, in the month of gratitude on Coil, many of us creators are writing our personal stories to show gratitude to...
In this one, I want to thank my parents for doing their best to form something from the pile of protein which I would be without their interference.
My parents are just normal people, believe it or not. Mother an economist and father a mechanical engineer. She worked and took care of kids, father was constructing electric engines and teaching at university. His job in raising me was to correct my twisted stubbornness plus some other things, less important (or not so less).
When I was 3 I had meningitis (I remember just few things from then) but luckily (luckily for me, not for the world) I’ve survived without major complications. As a fact there were not any, just my brain being overclocked which made me more bad than good.
So my parents had to deal with a kid who wasn’t easy to be trained.
Still in kindergarten, one day, I’ve just felt bored and decided to leave and have some fun outside... Apparently, there was total mess with the search, preschool teachers, police, parents... and I just looked for some entertainment.
My father explained me later, in non pedagogical Balkan way, that I shouldn’t do it anymore. I remembered it well, though lasting just till my gluteus muscles stopped being sore. Did it at least two times again.
Then they’ve (preschool institution) sent me to be examined by some people in white coats. Kind ladies they were. Been doing some tests, playing with some didactically designed toys, talking with them... and the diagnosis was that I was a prodigy child.
Some will think that that is a blessing for parents (and a child too). But believe me, it is the 9th circle of hell.
I was wild, indocile, totaly disordered in behaviour... yet I was just bored. And my parents loved me as much as if I was a saint. (Which I am now)
As I’ve learnt to read at 4, my father tried to entertain me with understanding and playing with some electric sets, I was even good at it, till I’ve put two wires into the socket...
I still remember the feeling of electricity shaking my little (at that time) body untill my father, literally, kicked me from it.
The evening ended with me crying in his hug untill I fell asleep shocked (literally again lol) and exhausted.
We haven’t played with electric sets again.
Then I’ve been watching ski jumping on TV. As there were no skis nor snow, but there was a bicycle and wheelchair ramp (leading to the 10 meter high terrace of our building complex) I’ve decided to replace the first two with the other two...
I’ve woke up in Childrens Hospital in Klaićeva street with faces of crying mom and worried dad as the first thing I’ve seen after my third rebirth.
Father explained me things later, politely, due to severe concussion. No consequences once again.
With more or less problems I’ve caused to myself, my parents and others, my childhood passed boringly calm.
But the school was a pure horror. So boring, program for the retarded, having to seat calmly for 45 minutes with just 5 minutes to be normal in between. Making chaos was the only fun.
Parents were more in school principal’s office than at work... red faces from shame because their little animal was the way he was. But never gave up from trying to make a decent human being out of me.
Father explained me things infinite number of times.
And I’ve remembered it.
What they’ve achieved was me finishing one of the best high school in country, studying, learning languages, playing football, futsal, tennis, handball, table tennis, basketball, and above all, fell in love with Russian and English realism and fine art. Made me love traveling and to love the whole World and people inhabiting it.
Above all, I’ve become a Coil creator!
At the age of 40, with my dear parents still alive and more or less healthy, I publicly show the gratitude to them. For every moment of shame they’ve had because of me, yet with hope they feel (relatively) proud of what I’ve become.
Thank you.
And thank you for reading,
Srdan