BIOGRAPHY 1980-1985

There is not much to write.
We were happy family, living on Hornicka street in Sokolov.

Me, my brother, mother, and father. Of course I remember some stories of my childhood. I remember in year 1980 I went to school for children and that was wonderful. In Sokolov just next to Hornicka street up on the hill was Birch Grove and in middle was the school for children in age between four and six or seven years old, depent on birthday date. We've got a lot of space around and we never been tired to play outside. I still remember the smell of Birch trees in summer when the sun was high up in the sky and all trees gave you peaceful shadow and the sunlight fight through the leaves to the ground to make abstract green-yellow-black pictures with flowers. There we learnt that A is like a roof, etc., we draw pictures, going around the town,

I remember one nice girl. Probably my first love ever, but is funny I remember only the name: Radka, slightly in my mind still appears her face, but that's too far in time.

I just remember that once and I was five years old, I think, when I got accident because she was on "ship" rebound and I wanted to go inside, but unlikely I was not able to stop the rebound from side, so I step in front of to try to stop it and get in. Well I believe I fly over five meters as the rebound hit me to chin and I've got serious injury. I went home with hands full of blood .. Until today I got lively memory on this as a small scar down on chin.
I remember I got huge monkey as a toy, or how we were playing in winter behind house. There is a lot of memories.

On January 19th 1982 was born my sister Pavla Dvorakova but from this time I don't remember a lot. In September 1983 it was for me time to go to real school. It was 4th elementary School in Sokolov just next to my home. I got very nice teacher for first four years. She was old-fashioned women with long curly red coloured hair. Lady Pecenkova was I think around 50 years old, but she was always very kind to everyone even we were sometimes very bad boys, as I remember. I did like her very much. I was with Zdenek Dolezal troublemaker. But even I have been a bit bad boy, I've been good student, mostly in algebra, Czech language, etc. always I've got "A". I remember Alena Cerna, pretty girl which I was dreaming about to kiss her... Once I did, but she didn't await it and I almost broke her teeth. Well yes I think I was a little a bit shy. I remember my friend Jan Hrazdira, which I think was extremely lazy. From the first four years. I remember still more few names of my friend's, but I should take closer look on old photographs to renew memory. Remember 1985 how we were training on "spartakiada" on school courtyard in orange uniforms with some kind of cubes.

But one part of my memories from this time is about my grandmother. Olga Riglova. Until I grow up I didn't understand why mother don't want me to go visit my granny or even talk to her. Well this is the story. My mother was the oldest from three sisters, younger was Jana and youngest was Olina. My mother once explained to me like she makes everything from household until childcare. When she was 18 years old she got some relations or generation problems with her mother and she went out of home and never come back. Since 1975 they did not talk each other or anything. Harder was fact that they've been living on almost the same street just 200 meters far. And for me .. even harder. I loved my grandma, every time after school I went to visit her and always she had for me with open arms. I think that was point when I start to lie to my mother. Of course she sometimes accidentally catch me under window waiting until grandma will open door. But I've got a big dilemma and my mother and grandma never talk one word each other. And I was between. I never will forget.