*The theme for my A to Z is Childhood Stories. Some are real, some are embellished, some are downright fictional but are based on the kind of things I imagined when I was younger.*
First, a bit of context: for those of you who don’t know, my family are French (as, obviously, am I), but we lived in England. The extended family however was and still is in France. So my siblings and I grew up grew up speaking French at home but English to anyone who wasn’t our family. When this story takes place, my little sister was still young enough never to have been out and about in France (or at least if she had been, she didn’t remember / couldn’t speak.)
Being the eldest, every summer when we went to stay with our grandparents, I organised various means for us to make a few francs. This was nothing groundbreaking: we’d make magazines by drawing and writing on two sheets of A4 that we bound together, or we’d make necklaces out of twine and dead, sun bleached snail shells found in the garden. (It is, by the way, a testament to grandparental love that my grandmother was happy to pay for dead snail shells from her own garden year after year). So on the day of our tale, my sister was recently flush with a couple of francs, and she was eager to go play the big spender at the village sweet shop.
Being the kindly big sister that I am, I took her along. The walk over was mainly over little used roads, so we didn’t come across anyone else. In fact, it wasn’t until we had gone into the shop, and selected our respective sweets, and lined up to queue for the till, that we heard other people speaking French.
My sister’s mouth opened in an ‘o’ of shock. She grabbed my sleeve and exclaimed very loudly (and in perfect French) “Celine! Ils parlent Français comme nous!!” (Celine, they speak French like us) to the surprise and confusion of everyone else in the shop.
It turned out that until that point, she had believed French to be a special language only spoken by members of our family, as if we were some secret society, while the rest of the world spoke English. It took the whole walk home (and then some) to explain that, sadly, that was not the case.
Cute story! It’s funny what our childhood brains believed. 🙂
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Yes – children can be so creative in how they make sense of the world around them!
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This little story made me smile – thank you!
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My pleasure!! 🙂
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This one is my favourite of all your and L’s childhood stories!
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Oui c’etait vraiment un moment tres mignon!!
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What a charming little tale, Celine. I love these youthful misunderstandings. Did your Grandmother’s love extend to actually wearing that dead snail shell necklace ? 😋
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She did wear them, yes (we made her several necklaces over the years), although only ever at the time of purchase. Funnily enough she never wore them out and about – can’t imagine why. 😉 There’s something quite special in the memory of my grandmother trying on a necklace of dead snails, simply because we made it for her.
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Absolutely!! Grandmothers are the Best for gifts like that 💖
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Adorable! It makes sense that she wouldn’t know but it’s too bad that she felt less special because of it.
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Yeah, I felt kind of bad for busting that bubble. It felt like being a grown up and telling a kid that santa doesn’t exist – of sorts.
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Absolutely adorable story!! 🙂
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Aw thank you. It was very cute, especially because I was just old enough to appreciate how sweet it was that she thought like that.
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This is so cute. Thanks for making me smile. 🙂
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Haha, my pleasure 🙂
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What a rich childhood you had! And the brightest gem of all was your saintly grandmother—to pay for and wear the snail shell necklace is going above and beyond the call of duty.
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Yes, it really was going above and beyond! I was really lucky to have all these wonderful memories, it’s fun to share the with everyone.
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What a charming and endearing tale!
Ah, childhood perception is so refreshing! ❤
If only adults would take some time away from their "jaded" lenses to see things through the eyes of a child. I think the world would be a brighter & happier place. Don't you?
You've been blessed with a wonderful childhood filled with all sorts of wholesome moments… really precious memories!
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Absolutely! And it’s part of what I’m enjoying about these posts, remembering what I thought about things and how I looked at the world. It’s also making me realise what an amazing childhood I had, as you say I’m really blessed to have these precious memories, and it’s lovely to share them with everyone here.
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that is such a precious story! I love stories of the things children believe just because of their limited experiences 🙂 I imagine the people in the shop must have been either amused or simply curious about that one! Thanks for sharing it!
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Yes, they were really curious. Especially because there was no trace at the time in her accent that she hadn’t grown up in France! It was a bit of a shame that I had to break that bubble for her though – having a secret language is kind of cool!
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Totally cool! Thanks again for the story, it really made me giggle 🙂
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