[Esp./Eng.] Cuando la felicidad cabĂa en una nevera. || When happiness fit in a refrigerator.
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Hoy es jueves y, como bien dicen por ahĂ, el cuerpo lo sabe. Es ese dĂa de la semana donde la nostalgia se permite un espacio en nuestra rutina para dejarnos viajar a travĂ©s de los pĂxeles. Me sumo con entusiasmo a la invitaciĂłn del amigo @lanzjoseg en su estupenda iniciativa âTBT: Una foto, una historiaâ, porque recordar no es solo volver a vivir, sino tambiĂ©n honrar las raĂces que nos mantienen en pie, sin importar cuĂĄn lejos hayamos volado.
Cuando la felicidad cabĂa en una nevera.
Hay fotos que no solo guardan imĂĄgenes, sino que retienen la temperatura de un instante. Al ver esta fotografĂa de 2012, no puedo evitar sentir un escalofrĂo que no viene del electrodomĂ©stico, sino de la nostalgia. Es un TBT que nos lanza de cara contra una realidad que ha cambiado mĂĄs rĂĄpido que los modelos de los celulares que hoy distraen a la infancia.
En la imagen, tres figuras se amontonan en el compartimiento inferior de una nevera vacĂa. Gilda, con sus siete años y sus pantalones blancos, lidera la "operaciĂłn secreto". DetrĂĄs, Daniela y un compañero de juegos cuya identidad se ha perdido en los pliegues de la memoria, pero cuya risa contenida es casi audible. Para un adulto, esa nevera es un aparato de lĂnea blanca; para ellos, en ese momento, era un bĂșnker infranqueable, una nave espacial o el escondite perfecto para ganar la partida de "la escondida".
Hoy, Gilda tiene 21 años. Su respuesta corta a mi inquietud fue: "No, tĂo", cuando le preguntĂ© si los niños aĂșn juegan a la ere o al escondite. El mundo ha pasado de lo tangible a lo tĂĄctil; del roce de la ropa contra el metal frĂo de una nevera al roce del dedo sobre una pantalla de cristal lĂquido.
En 2012, el juego era aĂșn una experiencia de cuerpo completo. Jugar a la escondida implicaba sentir el corazĂłn galopar contra las costillas, aguantar la respiraciĂłn hasta que los pulmones ardieran y ocupar espacios fĂsicos. Los niños de antes eran exploradores de la arquitectura domĂ©stica, el hueco bajo la cama, el fondo del clĂłset, el interior de una nevera desenchufada. HabĂa una conexiĂłn directa entre el entorno y la imaginaciĂłn.
Hoy, el "escondite" es digital. Los niños se esconden detrĂĄs de avatares en Roblox o Minecraft. No hay raspaduras en las rodillas, no hay olor a jardĂn, no hay ese calor humano de estar tres personas amontonadas en un espacio mĂnimo compartiendo un secreto. La "ere" ya no es un toque en el hombro que te hace correr como si te persiguiera el viento, sino un botĂłn en un control de consola.
ÂżQuĂ© hemos perdido en este trĂĄnsito? QuizĂĄs la capacidad de aburrirnos para inventar mundos. Antes, el vacĂo de una nevera era una oportunidad; hoy, el vacĂo se llena con un algoritmo que decide quĂ© video debe ver el niño a continuaciĂłn. La mirada de Gilda y sus primos en la foto tiene una chispa de travesura real, de esa que nace cuando los adultos no estĂĄn mirando y el mundo te pertenece.
Recuerdo que la infancia de mi infancia solĂa ser un lugar fĂsico, sudoroso y ruidoso. Aunque el progreso nos traiga herramientas asombrosas, no podemos evitar mirar con cierta melancolĂa esa nevera abierta. Porque, aunque estuviera frĂa, dentro de ella se gestaba el calor de los mejores recuerdos.
Hoy los niños tienen el mundo en sus manos a travĂ©s de una tablet, pero aquellos niños tenĂan algo mĂĄs: tenĂan todo el espacio del mundo para esconderse y ser encontrados.
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TambiĂ©n pueden revisar las Ășltimas publicaciones en la casa de la Comunidad #TopFamily
Portada de la iniciativa.
A ver si se animan, las amigas @cirangela y @issymarie2, y el amigo @theshot2414âŠ
Today is Thursday and, as they say, your body just knows it. Itâs that day of the week when nostalgia finds a place in our routine, allowing us to travel through pixels. Iâm delighted to accept the invitation from my friend @lanzjoseg to take part in his brilliant initiative [âTBT: A photo, a storyâ](https://peakd.com/hive -192096/@lanzjoseg/concurso-tbt-una-foto-una-historia-un-dia-de-esos-jueves-9-de-julio), because remembering isnât just about reliving the past, but also about honouring the roots that keep us grounded, no matter how far weâve flown.
When happiness fit in a refrigerator
When happiness fit in a refrigerator.
There are photos that not only capture images, but also preserve the temperature of a moment. Looking at this photograph from 2012, I can't help but feel a shiver that doesn't come from the appliance, but from nostalgia. It's a Throwback Thursday that throws us headlong into a reality that has changed faster than the cell phone models that distract children today.
In the image, three figures are crammed into the bottom compartment of an empty refrigerator. Gilda, seven years old and wearing white pants, leads the "secret operation." Behind her are Daniela and a playmate whose identity has been lost in the folds of memory, but whose suppressed laughter is almost audible. For an adult, that refrigerator is just another appliance; for them, at that moment, it was an impenetrable bunker, a spaceship, or the perfect hiding place to win a game of hide-and-seek.
Today, Gilda is 21 years old. His short answer to my question was: "No, man", when I asked him if kids still play hide-and-seek. The world has shifted from the tangible to the tactile; from the rustle of clothes against the cold metal of a refrigerator to the touch of a finger on a liquid crystal display.
In 2012, play was still a full-body experience. Playing hide-and-seek meant feeling your heart pound against your ribs, holding your breath until your lungs burned, and occupying physical space. Kids back then were explorers of domestic architecture: the space under the bed, the back of the closet, the inside of an unplugged refrigerator. There was a direct connection between the environment and the imagination.
Today, "hide-and-seek" is digital. Kids hide behind avatars in Roblox or Minecraft. There are no scraped knees, no smell of the garden, no human warmth of three people crammed into a tiny space sharing a secret. The "R" is no longer a tap on the shoulder that sends you running as if the wind were chasing you, but a button on a game controller.
What have we lost in this transition? Perhaps the ability to be bored and invent worlds. Before, the emptiness of a refrigerator was an opportunity; today, that emptiness is filled with an algorithm that decides which video the child should watch next. The look on Gilda's face and her cousins' faces in the photo has a spark of real mischief, the kind that's born when the adults aren't looking and the world belongs to you.
I remember that my childhood used to be a physical place, sweaty and noisy. Although progress brings us amazing tools, we can't help but look with a certain melancholy at that open refrigerator. Because, even though it was cold, inside it was nurturing the warmth of the best memories.
Today, children have the world in their hands through a tablet, but those children had something more: they had all the space in the world to hide and be found.
If you want to take part, I think youâre still in time â youâve got until 11.59 pm TODAY, THURSDAY, so hurry up and remember to follow the rules.
With TBT contest - One of those days.
You can also check out the latest posts on the #TopFamily Community page
Cover of the initiative.
Letâs see if my friends @silher and @castri-ja, fancy joining inâŠ
TambiĂ©n pueden revisar las Ășltimas publicaciones en la casa de la Comunidad #TopFamily
Portada de la iniciativa.
A ver si se animan, las amigas @cirangela y @issymarie2, y el amigo @theshot2414âŠ
Today is Thursday and, as they say, your body just knows it. Itâs that day of the week when nostalgia finds a place in our routine, allowing us to travel through pixels. Iâm delighted to accept the invitation from my friend @lanzjoseg to take part in his brilliant initiative [âTBT: A photo, a storyâ](https://peakd.com/hive -192096/@lanzjoseg/concurso-tbt-una-foto-una-historia-un-dia-de-esos-jueves-9-de-julio), because remembering isnât just about reliving the past, but also about honouring the roots that keep us grounded, no matter how far weâve flown.
When happiness fit in a refrigerator
When happiness fit in a refrigerator.
There are photos that not only capture images, but also preserve the temperature of a moment. Looking at this photograph from 2012, I can't help but feel a shiver that doesn't come from the appliance, but from nostalgia. It's a Throwback Thursday that throws us headlong into a reality that has changed faster than the cell phone models that distract children today.
In the image, three figures are crammed into the bottom compartment of an empty refrigerator. Gilda, seven years old and wearing white pants, leads the "secret operation." Behind her are Daniela and a playmate whose identity has been lost in the folds of memory, but whose suppressed laughter is almost audible. For an adult, that refrigerator is just another appliance; for them, at that moment, it was an impenetrable bunker, a spaceship, or the perfect hiding place to win a game of hide-and-seek.
Today, Gilda is 21 years old. His short answer to my question was: "No, man", when I asked him if kids still play hide-and-seek. The world has shifted from the tangible to the tactile; from the rustle of clothes against the cold metal of a refrigerator to the touch of a finger on a liquid crystal display.
In 2012, play was still a full-body experience. Playing hide-and-seek meant feeling your heart pound against your ribs, holding your breath until your lungs burned, and occupying physical space. Kids back then were explorers of domestic architecture: the space under the bed, the back of the closet, the inside of an unplugged refrigerator. There was a direct connection between the environment and the imagination.
Today, "hide-and-seek" is digital. Kids hide behind avatars in Roblox or Minecraft. There are no scraped knees, no smell of the garden, no human warmth of three people crammed into a tiny space sharing a secret. The "R" is no longer a tap on the shoulder that sends you running as if the wind were chasing you, but a button on a game controller.
What have we lost in this transition? Perhaps the ability to be bored and invent worlds. Before, the emptiness of a refrigerator was an opportunity; today, that emptiness is filled with an algorithm that decides which video the child should watch next. The look on Gilda's face and her cousins' faces in the photo has a spark of real mischief, the kind that's born when the adults aren't looking and the world belongs to you.
I remember that my childhood used to be a physical place, sweaty and noisy. Although progress brings us amazing tools, we can't help but look with a certain melancholy at that open refrigerator. Because, even though it was cold, inside it was nurturing the warmth of the best memories.
Today, children have the world in their hands through a tablet, but those children had something more: they had all the space in the world to hide and be found.
If you want to take part, I think youâre still in time â youâve got until 11.59 pm TODAY, THURSDAY, so hurry up and remember to follow the rules.
With TBT contest - One of those days.
You can also check out the latest posts on the #TopFamily Community page
Cover of the initiative.
Letâs see if my friends @silher and @castri-ja, fancy joining inâŠ
You can also check out the latest posts on the #TopFamily Community page
Cover of the initiative.
Letâs see if my friends @silher and @castri-ja, fancy joining inâŠ
La infancia que vivà en mi niñez!!!! Eran tiempos diferentes, hemos vivido varias etapas que marcan un cambio en el desarrollo tecnológico, por tanto en la infancia de muchos. Recuerdo con nostalgia esos tiempos, de juegos al escondido y al pegado (asà le llamamos en Cuba), de pasar horas corriendo y jugando con pocos recursos pero con mucho ingenio. Tiempos inolvidables. Gracias por permitirme recordar al leer tu post.
La tecnologĂa a cambiado el mundo, me recordo mi infancia, creo eramos mĂĄs felices con menos y se creaban uniones y amistades mas solidas. Un abrazo
!BBH