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Friendly Friday’s back to the future

This time our host Amanda has come up with a fascinating way of looking backward and forward at the same time, and she does it splendidly in her host post. Here is my look back with the help of dad’s amazing photography.

This theme goes together well with Sandy’s Flashback vlog which she has been putting together with the help of our videos and photos. It is almost ready and I’m looking forward to seeing it.

Some of my photos in today’s post will appear in Sandy’s work too but she rejected Richard Hatch and I must amend this urgently. Here he is.

I shouldn’t have googled him. Not only is he dead (died in 2017 at 71), I also saw his latest photos. But he won something, didn’t he? Ah no, the Survivor winner merely shares his name. He did write a book on Battlestar Galactica, so there’s that. If you don’t know, he starred as Captain Apollo in this 80’s series and that’s when I started to love the word “apologize”.

Here are some other bits from my early life. I must congratulate Amanda on how she did this. My memoir and life are a bit… fluffier.

Age 0: I’m born in May 1970 in Yugoslavia as it is hosting and winning its first basketball world championship, on the day it defeats Italy in my hometown Ljubljana. It will win three more games, including the USA, and lose against the Soviet Union. Mom says that I was good and didn’t cry.

Age 1-4: I’m the first child in the broad family. Imagine this for a moment. I’m treated like a miracle everywhere I go. Everybody does what I say: clap, dance, sing. I even crack up my stern grandfather.

I’m read to, a lot. Pippi Longstocking is the norm, Winnie-the-Pooh close second. I will always defend the weak, rebel against authorities, and live as if I had a treasure-chest on top of my closet. Instead of a horse I wish for a dog but I would only get my first at age 29 straight from the trash.

(Click on photos for captions.)

All black and white photography: Branko Maksimovič

Age 5: I conclude my kindergarten. They don’t give us enough to drink. I return home murderous, often with my uncle, until my thirst is quenched. To this day I’m a monster thirsty, or hungry.

Age 6: I start primary school, a year earlier than most. I’m sick a lot. I never catch up with basic maths. Lost skill forever.

Age 7: I get a sister. We all move one floor up from the ground floor which we shared with grandparents and uncle. All is brand new. MY OWN ROOM. It’s green. There is a rocket locomotive hanging on the wall.

Age 5-20 (approximately): Our family spends Augusts in a little village in Croatia in a house with other couples and their kids. There is one common meal at 7pm. Every day one couple does the cooking for all. I learn that the sea and air can transform me into a temporary goddess and when asked what I wish to do in life, I respond: “I wish to live by the sea.” There it is, 1.8 km away. I swam in it yesterday.

Age 13: I realise that a boy in my class, my first crush, is extremely similar to Richard Hatch. At the last reunion before I moved to Italy he was bitter about the fact that so many Slovenian women are moving to Italy. “What if Slovenian mothers didn’t teach us to express emotions?” I replied: “Find a woman who will.”

Age 14: I start high school. I clearly remember thinking that what I wear on day one becomes the norm. So I choose a short blue skirt and a white blouse. In my class there are 35 girls and one boy. Most are so ambitious that they become ministers, ambassadors, top managers and editors-in-chief. One of the girls sticks the compasses into my back at one point. I cut school so that I don’t need to go home with some of them. I’m in my cowboy boots by grade 2.

Age 22: My sister starts the same high school. Since she parties somewhere by the sea, I go to enrol her instead. The kind lady asks me: “So, which second foreign language were you thinking of choosing?” No no, lady, I did all this yet. I’m 22! This is for my sister, but thank you. And I would have never chosen Spanish, you pushed me into it!

For Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by Amanda at Something to Ponder About: Look Back to the Future

This day in my blogging history


Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

32 thoughts on “Friendly Friday’s back to the future

    1. Thank you, Amanda, for your extraordinary host post. I’m continually amazed at how many people your posts reach. You deserve every single one, no question, but I see so many amazing posts by others that fly by unseen. One day you must spill your secrets. 😉

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      1. Of course, every little thing helps. It’s even more beautiful if you do it like this, organically, without organised promotion on social media and the like. I’ve had a few months of low activity visiting others when I’m travelling, but I’ve been posting almost every day for eight years (on 6 blogs), taking part in challenges, leaving comments on other blogs, and each of my posts is read between 15 and 25 people. I love them all dearly but it seems that in my case this is the limit.


  1. It must be so different growing up with ants, uncles, and grand parents. I never had grandparents, and got to know my uncles and aunts when I was an adult. Loved the way you were seen in your childhood as someone special:) That makes all the difference in one’s self-esteem! The doors are indeed unusual (for you)! Am back to my old blog background because i got the feeling some people were not able to navigate between posts … happy weekend! Emille (Jesh)

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    1. Thank you, Emille. I bet it says a lot to you, this kind of mini memoir, considering your profession. I’m curious now what you know about me and I don’t! 😉 Your first sentence gave me a chuckle: “It must be so different growing up with ants.” But yes, I believe that it’s different. I hope you made up with your family members later.


      1. Oops, sorry, this means I haven’t used the word aunt much:):) What I know of you is that you are very blessed with all these relationships with family members! I made up by having a great relationship with my 7 grandkids and spoiling them with (little) presents:)

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  2. Amanda’s reblog today reminded me that I wanted to comment & say …

    You are very lucky to have a father who took such good photos. They are all superbly focused and composed. My Dad had lesser skill. Many of my childhood photos were blurry and off-center … I’d be hugging the frame while the grass took up most of the picture 🙂

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