Memories: USA of the early 80's

When i was 2 years old, my father got a job in the USA. Two young parents both aged 38 in 1981, with their 3 boys of 13, 12 and 2 years old plus their two girls of 10 and 5, moved from Rome to Williamsburg, Virginia. 

I've been stuck in Rome lately, sorting some things out. I wish i could be out there traveling, but as my teammates in Spain said the day i gave them the news that forced me to leave: "Lo primero es lo primero".
So, Family first!
However, there is a place i like to go sometimes. It is not here, it is not now. Is somewhere beneath the layers of my memory. Every time i feel like taking some time for myself, all i need to do is lay down, relax, let everything go and breathe. Breathe deeply and slow, following that air flowing into my lungs, will take me wherever i want to go. 

When i was 2 years old, my father got a job in the USA. Two young parents both aged 38 in 1981, with their 3 boys of 13, 12 and 2 years old plus their two girls of 10 and 5, moved from Rome to Williamsburg, Virginia. 



When i am laying down with my eyes closed, those times come back vivid as they were real.
Sometimes i am in my backyards watching red cardinals sitting on snowy branches.
Summer days in colonial Williamsburg are my favorites: biking to the swimming pool, the street parades, the historic demonstrations of the war for independence, watching fireworks on the 4th of July at the beach...



I was never tall enough to ride the Loch Ness Monster rollercoasters of the Busch Gardens. 
So i go back, but this time i am able to go and tour the whole park with no limitations.
During those years, my little sister (the 6th) arrived.


We did travel a lot. We had a Chrysler Dodge Ram Van.

WEST COAST


EAST COAST

HALLOWEENS

One day during our visit to Disneyland something weird happend. The famous amusement park was unusually empty for a hot and sunny sunday. No lines, not much people around. It felt like visiting a ghost town.
My father got suspicious and asked around. The answer was "Superbowl Sunday". 
 


What is "superbowl sunday"? What is "football"? My father got curious, a few months later he heard a game was on at the college stadium of William & Mary, not far from our house. That day he fell in love with that sport. He kept going to games, buying footballs and infected the whole family with football-fever. Me too.



Many memories from those days got graven in my heart: simple living, traveling with a van, american football, peanut butter & jelly!
From time to time, i like to take a break from my daily routine, and relive those amazing days.
So i sit back, relax and take a deep breath.



All pictures are courtesy from my dad, Gaetano La Corte (www.glcphoto.com)

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