Yeah, conception might be the right word. But of course, it changes for the individual. In my case at least, even though my grandparents are alive, my strongest memories and the image awaiting me in my mind (of them) is from my childhood. You might have noticed it in my writing, but every time grandparents are referenced it's past tense or I write a scene that belongs to childhood. For instance, I never write about grandparents helping with something adult; buying a car, moving house, passing on parenting advice. It's always baking, pulling 'sickies', school drop offs and that sort of thing.
I think I understand. Grandparents seem to be, at least to their grandchildren, steeped in a world of simplicity and innocence, of learning and first times.
I feel this nostalgia to the good old days of being over at your gramps' place in the innocence of childhood.
It's funny, when I was writing this I realised grandparents are kind of stuck in childhood. In a way they're like school, play dough or first kisses.
How do you mean that they are stuck in childhood? Do you mean our conception of them?
Yeah, conception might be the right word. But of course, it changes for the individual. In my case at least, even though my grandparents are alive, my strongest memories and the image awaiting me in my mind (of them) is from my childhood. You might have noticed it in my writing, but every time grandparents are referenced it's past tense or I write a scene that belongs to childhood. For instance, I never write about grandparents helping with something adult; buying a car, moving house, passing on parenting advice. It's always baking, pulling 'sickies', school drop offs and that sort of thing.
I think I understand. Grandparents seem to be, at least to their grandchildren, steeped in a world of simplicity and innocence, of learning and first times.