Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2006 12:08:23 +0100
From: Harry Anders <harry@harryanders.com>
Subject: Little-Harrys-youth-1

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Sorry for the delays! Lately I've been very busy, preparing my book 'Little
Harry' to be printed...

Now I'm writing again, and I've also changed my point of view a bit. The
title of book two will be 'Little Harry's youth', and the story describes
little Harry's youth in the Rumanian mountains from his birth until he
finally meets Big Harry. Maybe the first few chapters will look a bit
familiar, but be assured this will be a totally different story, containing
many new adventures! Please bear with me, and start reading right from this
first chapter, so as not to miss out a single thing.

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LITTLE HARRY'S YOUTH

Chapter 1. Those first four years of the rest of my life.

I floated around, safely submerged in seawater of a nice temperature, in a
cosy place that totally embraced me, with murmuring sounds in the
background and a reassuring rhythmical 'bump, bump, bump' sounding outside
my shelter. In this place I felt totally safe and welcomed.

I vaguely remembered being there knowing something was going to happen
soon, but my brain had already taken over and carefully wiped out all the
memories of my soul. Within a few days I would be totally blank, and ready
to learn how to behave as a human being again.

Nine months ago I had been aware of everything. I remembered several of my
past lives; especially my last life, where an enormous grizzly bear
attacked me and tore me to pieces. My Dad desperately tried to rescue me
with only a small knife in his hands, but the bear killed him too. Our best
friend, who lived a few miles away, was devastated; and he killed that bear
with his bare hands. But the bear wounded him too, and a few months later
he also died and joined us in 'heaven'; where we impatiently longed to go
back and fulfil our tasks on earth.

Now all of us were back on earth, and within a few years we would meet
again. The Cosmic Intelligence would bring us together, and this time the
three of us would join our efforts to try to change the world and make it a
better place.

Slowly my memories faded away. The last thing I knew was that I was
extremely intelligent and had to fulfil an important task on earth, but
first I had to make up for the things I did in my past lives. In the middle
ages I had been the leader of a witch-hunt, and had sent many suspects to a
stake to be burnt. Now I had to know how the burning feels; not as a
punishment, but to be able to better myself and develop more compassion for
my victims. That's called 'the law of Karma' or 'an eye for an eye, a tooth
for a tooth'. The two people who then assisted me, were in this life
brought together to give me birth. They would both perish in the fire, to
be able to assist me from within 'heaven'; and I would survive.

Suddenly I felt the pressure around me increase, and I heard some yelling
from the people that helped the woman I was living in now.  I couldn't
understand their words, but felt their energy and thus knew what they were
saying:

"Be prepared, labour has finally set in! Be quick, and ask for the Wise
Woman to assist us."

Again the pressure increased; and instinctively I tried to help, by turning
around until my head pressed against a narrow tube that slowly widened. The
pressure decreased, and I was sucked back into my cosy room; but not for
long. From now on, every time the pressure increased, I felt that narrow
tube widen up a bit more, until my head pressed through. Two very cold
hands folded around my head and tried to pull it out.

'Why are you pulling at my head? Leave me alone, you are hurting me! I
don't need your help...'

I started to fight the hands, but now my shoulders came through and I
flopped out of my cosy room into a bright light that blinded my eyes.  All
of a sudden everything around me was too chilly, and I started to shiver.

'Why don't you leave me alone? Get your hands off me! It's too cold here. I
want to go back into that nicely warm and cosy room where I came from!
Immediately push me back into my safe place...'

They didn't push me back, but I got a strange feeling in what I later on
discovered was my chest, and suddenly a high-pitched sound escaped my
throat. At first I was rather shocked, and couldn't believe it was me who
did that. I tried it again, and again my throat produced that same sound,
now even louder. Wow, I was able to make sounds, all on my own! Did you
hear that? I tried it again and again...

Somebody wrapped me into a nicely warmed diaper, and laid me down into the
arms of the woman I had been living in for nine months. The woman started
to cry, and I felt a strong feeling of being welcomed and loved. I stopped
my sound, and felt around in wonder. She wrapped her arms around me and
tenderly cradled me. I closed my eyes and marvelled in the nice feeling.

A soft thing touched my lips, and instinctively I started to suck on
it. After a few seconds the most delicious nourishment I ever could imagine
entered my mouth. Yummy! I could get used to that... I started to suck with
all my force, and forgot everything else.

Somebody shouted to the people who were waiting outside our room:

"IT'S A BOY! WE HAVE A NEW HEIR TO THE THRONE."

All at once many cheering sounds filled my ears, and made me cry. At the
same time they also filled me with pride, because I felt the energy of
their joyful words and thus knew what they meant. People were cheering and
congratulating each other, because of ME...

Violins started to play beautiful melodies of joy and happiness, and more
and more people seemed to join the steadily growing crowd outside our
caravan. Now and then somebody entered the caravan to have a look at me and
congratulate my parents. After a while I calmed down and fell asleep,
lazily sucking on that yummy soft thing that still was in my mouth.

I woke up in total darkness, and immediately missed the reassuring cosy
room I had been in for nine months. I also missed the calming sound of
'bump, bump, bump' that always surrounded me. I felt helpless and lonely,
and started to cry.

Within a few seconds I heard a couple of sounds, and the room was
illuminated. A face appeared in front of me; and I stopped the crying,
trying to focus on that vague and misty thing that moved nearer and made
reassuring sounds. Two careful hands tenderly touched me, and lifted me out
of the pillows I had been lying in between. I instinctively knew this had
to be 'Mom', and now I felt safe again.

Mom took me into her arms and tenderly cradled me:

"Hi, my little boy, are you hungry again? Just a moment, because I have to
clean you up first..."

She removed my diaper, washed my bottom, and applied another clean and
nicely warmed diaper around it. Then she took me onto her lap, and YES!
There was that yummy thing again! I sucked on it with all my force, and
soon I was filled to the brim with that delicious nourishment. Of course I
had to burp and spilled half of it, but who cares. After a while I fell
asleep in her arms, and didn't even feel her put me to bed again.

When I woke up there was light around, and I stared into a much darker
face. I tried to focus my eyes, and to my delight I succeeded in getting
the picture a bit sharper. I didn't know the words for the things I saw,
but later on I learned that the dark brush I saw below the 'nose' was
called a 'moustache'. The eyes of my Mom were of a bright blue colour, but
the eyes I saw now were dark brown, nearly black.

The face laughed at me, and two enormous hands lifted me from between the
pillows and sat me onto his lap. This time I felt a totally different
energy, and instinctively I understood this had to be the 'male' energy,
full of power and strength. I was sure this person had to be 'Dad'.

Dad looked at me, and started to smile with a proud face:

"Boy, what eyes do you possess! They are looking straight into my
soul. What a power! Do you know you resemble your mother?"

I felt him sending his powerful love to me, felt happy to be in his strong
arms, and smiled.  Suddenly Dad got tears in his eyes, and nearly crushed
me:

"My boy has already laughed at me! What a wonderful child..."

He started to sob, and I tried to comfort him. That was very frustrating,
because my arms and hands absolutely refused to do what I intended them to
do. They just flapped around, and I couldn't find the muscles to control
them. I felt disappointed, and started to sob along with him.

Other people entered our caravan, congratulated my parents, and
enthusiastically greeted me:

"Look at those blue eyes! What a power and intelligence! He's already
looking at everything that's happening around him."

My Dad tenderly removed my diaper, cleaned me up, and took me into his
arms:

"Come on, boy; let's go outside, where the others can have their first look
at you!"

Together we left our caravan. I still had some difficulty in focussing my
eyes; but I was aware of many waiting people gathered around a big
campfire. They cheered when they saw me; and my Dad lifted me high into the
air, so that everybody could see his newborn son.

Everybody went silent, until my Dad proudly announced:

"The name of our new heir to the throne will be 'Harold Janovski Romani'."

All the people started to cheer, and the other fathers threw their own
little children high into the air, to greet our Supreme Being. They
carefully caught their children into their arms when they landed again. The
children immensely enjoyed the fun, shrieked, and asked for more.

Suddenly I had an intense sensation of flying, high into the air, above all
the others, and I loved it! My Dad tenderly caught me when I landed. He put
me onto his shoulders, holding my arms with one hand and supporting my head
with the other, while he carried me around the circle. All the people
bowed, and one by one touched my small feet, thus promising their eternal
loyalty to their newborn Prince.

After a while my Dad handed me to my Mom. Of course that made me cry, as I
wanted to join the fun for a much longer time. Unfortunately I was too
small to be able to make myself clear, and felt very frustrated because my
immature body refused to do as I told it.

My Mom tenderly took me into her arms and carried me back to our
black-and-golden caravan, where she applied a new diaper around my bottom
and laid me down between the pillows. Within half a minute I was asleep,
dreaming of a beautiful future and fulfilling magnificent deeds.


The next couple of weeks I experienced the most exciting time of my life. I
discovered so many new things in such a short time...

First I learned how to focus my eyes properly, so I could see everything
clearly. Then I discovered the muscles that steered my body. Soon my arms
moved on my command, and I discovered something new: at the end of my arms
were very interesting things that could move too. Especially one thing,
called a 'thumb', which I could move so that it touched my mouth, and with
a little probing even entered it. I started to suck on it; and, even when
it didn't resemble the soft and yummy thing that was called my Mom's
'breast', it could do as a substitute for a while.

At the far end of my body I discovered another pair of things that
resembled my arms, and soon I could move my 'legs' too. I even reached my
face with my 'big toe', and enthusiastically sucked on it. That made my Dad
bellow with laughter, and I started to cry from the sudden sound.

My Dad looked a bit ashamed, and soothingly took me into his enormous arms:

"Don't cry, my little Harold. I didn't want to scare you. It was just too
funny a sight, and I couldn't help the laughing."

I COULD UNDERSTAND HIM! Even when I couldn't speak myself, and I had
certainly already tried that many times before, I exactly understood what
he meant with those strange sounds that escaped his mouth. I just felt
their energy, and I knew instinctively what they stood for...

I stopped the crying abruptly, and stared at him in wonder. I tried to tell
him I understood what he told me, but the only things that escaped my mouth
were small air bubbles and a lot of saliva. My Dad tenderly cleaned my
small mouth with a napkin, still laughing.

I was very frustrated about my inability to steer my too small and still
very immature little body properly, and started to cry again. Why had
everything to be so difficult to learn? Wasn't there an easier way?

Many people visited our caravan, and they all wanted to see me. I LOVED
being taken out of my pillows and cuddled on a lap in two safe arms.

I always immediately started to smile, and that caused them to 'love' me
even more. Maybe I was a little bit manipulative, though I didn't know that
word or what it meant for a long time. From the first day on, I discovered
that smiling caused them to 'love' me more than the crying did...

Of course I knew the difference between the kind of 'love' they used, and
the REAL love radiating from my parents, my grandmother, and a few others
who really cared for me. They made me feel all warm and mushy inside, and
with them I felt absolutely safe and cared for. With them I could be myself
and cry whenever I felt the urge to expand my lungs without any fear of
being rejected.

I HATED being belittled or treated as a small child. Didn't those visitors
see I was an old soul, temporarily living in an immature body? They didn't
need to use those silly childish words, as I could understand them anyway!
Just wait until I've discovered how to properly use my voice...

Again a few visitors entered our caravan, and tried to tell me those silly
things that made me angry:

"Look at that little wiseacre! His eyes are shooting daggers! Why does he
look so angry all of a sudden? Hey, you little tinywiny, gugugugu..."

I knew what I had to do to teach them a little lesson... I started to pee,
and pooped my diaper. Within a few moments the visitors sniffed the air and
didn't care about me any more, while my Mom tenderly took over and cleaned
me up. Manipulative? Hmm...

I seemed to be using two totally different kinds of crying. One kind of
crying I seemed to use when I was frustrated about something, or I wanted
them to take me out of my small bed, or I was just bored and wanted their
attention.  Then my Dad and Mom both smiled, and told each other:

"Let him cry for a while. That helps him develop his lungs."

The other type of crying I seemed to use when I was hungry, or had pooped
my diaper and it started to itch, or I really didn't feel too well. Then
immediately my Dad or my Mom were there to look after me, clean me up, or
call for the Wise Woman to heal me.

How did they know? I tried several different ways of crying, but couldn't
find the right way to catch their immediate attention.  Now I was
frustrated, and cried because I couldn't use this way to manipulate them...

"Listen to our little Harry... he's frustrated about something, and now
he's developing his lungs."

Grrrrr...


After a while I started to recognize all those different energies around
the people I learned to know. I could clearly distinguish my Dad's energy
from my Mom's, or from my grandmother's, or from a lot of other people who
regularly visited us. I could even feel their intention to pay us a visit;
and many times I knew they would enter our caravan, at least ten seconds
before they actually opened the door or knocked on it.

At first my parents didn't understand why I suddenly became excited ten
seconds before somebody I liked entered our caravan, but after a while they
got used to it; and often they went to the door to open it and let our
stunned visitors in even before they had reached our caravan.

"How did you know I was on my way to pay you a visit?"

"Little Harold told us, by getting excited. We think he has a clairvoyant
ability..."

"That's very special! Do you think he will become our new Wise Man?"

"It will certainly be of great help when eventually he becomes our new
King."

Many times the man I liked most of all, besides my own father, entered our
caravan. He was a really HUGE man, always wearing some fur coat, both in
summer and in winter. He had to duck his head to be able to enter the
doorway; and when he was inside, his powerful energy filled our caravan and
embraced everybody, including me. I really loved to sit on that man's lap
and be cuddled.

I felt his energy enter our caravan long before he opened the door; and I
started to jump up and down, trying to make enthusiastic sounds.  My Mom
saw my excitement, smiled, and went to the door to open it:

"Hi Michail, didn't you bring your betrothed with you?"

Michail laughed, and sat down onto the couch that moaned under his
weight. I stretched my small arms out, fidgeting and hoping he would pay me
a lot of attention. My Mom lifted me from my cushions and put me onto
Michail's lap, where I tried to melt into him and enjoyed the feelings of
his strong arms around me. I loved that man with all my heart, and with
REAL love!

Michail softly stroked my face with his enormous hands, and tenderly kissed
my nose. His moustache made me sneeze, but I loved even that.

Sometimes he brought his girlfriend with him, and then I had to sit on her
lap for a while too. But she didn't radiate that enormous power I so much
cherished in my Big Friend. Mostly I first laughed at her, and then
stretched my arms out towards Michail. That always helped. She felt a bit
turned down, and with a sour face put me onto Michail's lap. Michail didn't
disapprove at all...

This day Michail was alone, and I loved all the attention I got. After a
while he sat me down onto the couch next to him, to be able to drink his
coffee. But I wanted to be with him and sit on his lap! I tried to move
closer to him, and suddenly I discovered how I could use my arms and legs
to shift myself into his direction. I turned around onto my stomach, and
slowly crawled towards my Big Friend...

My parents were stunned, and looked at me in awe:

"Look, our little Harold is already crawling! Now it's time to bring him to
the Wise Woman, to be read."

The next day my parents dressed me into a nice black-and-gold garment,
which felt very strange, as I wasn't used to wearing any clothes other than
a diaper. They took me with them to the circle formed around the
campfire. Vaguely I remembered the first day of my life, when my Dad had
taken me to that same circle. Now he didn't throw me high into the air, but
sat me on his lap, with his strong arms protectively around me. I loved
that feeling, which reminded me of the warm and cosy womb I had lived in
for nine months. I felt safe and protected.

Many other children sat around the campfire on the laps of their own
parents. They were all naked and sun burnt with a golden tan, while all the
grown-ups wore some kind of beautiful clothing. My parents both wore the
same nice black-and-golden garment I was wearing.

I detected Michail, two seats away from me, and started to fidget and tried
to catch his attention, but in vain. He was all eyes for his girlfriend,
who sat next to him and softly talked to him. Perhaps I was a bit jealous
of her, but at that time I didn't know the word...

Two violin players started to play their instruments, a tender melody of
sadness and longing. It tore at my heartstrings and I started to cry, but
not too much, as I didn't want the beautiful sound to stop. My Dad tenderly
caressed my stomach, and slowly the sobbing faded away. I could see my Dad
had tears in his eyes too, and I loved him even more. We surely were
kindred souls!

My grandmother rose from her seat, and the two violin players let their
music fade away and sat down. She looked around the circle, until her eyes
rested on me. She smiled at me, and I smiled back at her and stretched my
arms out.

Lots of people around the circle were astonished, and whispered to each
other:

"He's already responding to his grandmother! Wow, what a special child he
is. Look at those bright eyes!"

My grandmother lifted her hands, and everybody went silent:

"Today we welcome our little heir to the throne, Harold Janovski Romany,
into our company. From now on he will be in the protection of all of us. We
will always be there for him, and offer him our lives if necessary. Now our
Wise Woman will look into his soul, and share her findings."

She sat down, and my Dad lifted me off his lap and put me down onto the lap
of our Wise Woman. The Wise Woman looked at me with her piercing eyes, and
I started to cry. I didn't want to be left with her! I wanted to sit on my
Dad's lap and feel safe in his protective arms.

The Wise Woman put one hand against my forehead and another hand against
the back of my head, and started to hum. Within a few seconds I felt
totally at ease and absolutely safe. I recognized that energy, and somehow
I knew I had used it myself many times before, to help other people
remember their past lives. I stopped the crying, closed my eyes, and
drifted off...

My consciousness left my brain, and travelled backwards along my
timeline. Soon I entered my past life and remembered everything. My Mom
died in childbirth; and from that time on my powerful father and I were
inseparable. We had one best friend, who always took care of me when my Dad
had to go to town to sell pelts and buy things, until I was old enough to
accompany him. One time I was playing in the surrounding woods when an
angry grizzly bear attacked me, and my Dad tried to rescue me with only a
small knife in his hands. The bear tore me to pieces and I went to heaven,
soon accompanied by my Dad and our best friend who were killed by that same
huge bear.

The humming changed, and I travelled further backwards along my timeline;
until I arrived in the same place where I lived now, surrounded by huge
mountains and thick forests. I had a little soul mate of my own age, and we
were absolutely inseparable. When we grew up, my soul mate became our King;
and he had two sons and three daughters. I was absolutely sure I would soon
meet all of them again.

The humming faded away, everything became a blur, and I returned to the
present. I felt very confused and started to cry.

My Dad took me tenderly into his arms, cradled me, and caressed my stomach,
while my memories from the past slowly faded away. Within a few minutes I
couldn't remember anything of what had happened, and started to look around
again with curious eyes.

The Wise Woman needed a few minutes to recover, and then she rose from her
seat:

"Our heir to the throne is one of us. He showed me his past lives, where he
was the soul mate of our beloved King. He also showed me part of his
future, where he will have a very difficult time. But he will come through,
and he will be surrounded by all the people he loves and who all deeply
love him. I am sure he is predestined to fulfil magnificent deeds once he
is an adult and our new King."

The violin players took their instruments and started to play a joyful
melody full of hope and glory. All the people rose to their feet and went
to my parents to congratulate them; while I slowly drifted off into
slumber, being dead tired from all those strange things that had happened
to me...

From that day on I was able to move around on my own, and nothing was safe
from me. I was extremely curious, and crawled around to look at everything
I could reach and touch. My parents had to put everything away that could
be opened, put into my mouth, or demolished. They couldn't leave me alone
for a moment, but fortunately they both loved me and never complained about
their way too intelligent little son.

Many times Michail attended me while my parents had to be
elsewhere. Sometimes he was accompanied by his girlfriend, but I could feel
she didn't like me very much. Maybe she was a little bit jealous of all the
attention Michail offered me? She never paid me much attention herself and
left everything to Michail, even removing my diaper and cleaning me up. I
certainly didn't protest...


After a few months everybody told me I had to be the youngest genius ever
that could walk on his own. To me a new world opened up. My proud parents
took me outside, where I looked in and under everything and tried out all
the things that maybe could move or open; desperately followed by my
worried mother who tried to restrain me from putting living ants into my
mouth or grabbing burning branches from our camp fire.

My Dad just laughed, and told my Mom to let me have some more freedom:

"He has to learn from his experiences, and he's certainly clever enough to
not make the same mistake twice."

I had the fun of my life; tried to climb the steps to a caravan, and
promptly fell off them. Of course I started to cry, not from the pain but
from the sudden shock. My Mom tried to comfort me, but I was already on my
way to look at another interesting object.

My Dad laughed, and tenderly ruffled my hair:

"See? Now he has learned from that experience, and I bet the next time our
little brainiac will be more careful!"

The next thing I taught myself excessively fast was talking, and soon I
resembled a wandering question mark. The words I loved and used most, were
'why' and 'what'; followed by 'how come'. My curiosity was insatiable, and
my too bright brain wanted to understand everything.

Many times I drove my parents, and all the others surrounding us, to
despair:

"Why does my Mom have blue eyes and light hair, and how come most others
have brown eyes and dark hair?"

"That's because your Mom comes from a far country in the north. Your father
brought her here a few years ago."

"What's a 'country'? Why did my Dad bring her here? How come I resemble my
Mom and not my Dad?"

They tried to explain there are other places like this, not surrounded by
mountains, where other people live under different circumstances.

"When are we going to those other 'countries'? I want to visit them all..."

"Maybe when you are old enough to travel with us..."

"Why am I not old enough now? Look at me; I'm already a big boy!"

They just laughed and ruffled my hair, but I was a bit angry. Why did I
have to wait for so long? I wanted to discover our world NOW! I was very
bright and understood everything they told me, so why didn't they take me
with them? I still needed them, because I was too young to go there on my
own; but just wait until I am old enough to go on a trip myself...


Michail had finally married his girlfriend, after she was sure she was
pregnant. She told Michail; and they decided to wait for another couple of
months, until the pregnancy would be clearly visible. Then they would let
everybody know, as a surprise.

One day they were in our caravan, sitting together; and of course I was
wriggling around on Michail's big lap and enjoying his attention.

I had already looked at her belly for a couple of times, and suddenly I
blurted:

"Why do you have TWO children in your stomach?"

She went very pale, and looked at me as if she saw an alien from another
planet:

"How for heaven's sake do YOU know I'm pregnant? And why do you think I'm
carrying TWO children?"

I was shocked by her sudden outburst, and started to cry. I was absolutely
sure, as I could clearly see them with my inner eye. Both of them were
boys, and now I saw another thing too. A dark cloud surrounded their
mother, as if something terrible would happen to her...

I refused to answer her questions and buried my face into Michail's chest,
now sobbing loudly.

After a few months two babies were born. They were twins, but didn't
resemble each other. Michi was the first-born, and he was nearly two inches
taller compared to his brother Movi, who was a bit chubby and had more and
darker hair on his head. They were both healthy and immediately started to
cry, but unfortunately their mother was severely bleeding and it wouldn't
stop. Even our Wise Woman couldn't help her. Hurriedly they transported her
to a hospital in town, where she died after a couple of hours.

Fortunately for us she didn't die in our camp, as we would have been forced
to leave our secluded place and move on. Our belief forbade us to live in
the same place where one of us died. That's why we lived in our caravans,
always ready to move on immediately if necessary.

Michail was inconsolable and cried for many days, until at last I crawled
onto his lap and put my small arms around his neck:

"You are my second Dad, and I don't want to miss you! Now I've got two
little brothers, and I don't want you to neglect them either..."

Michail looked at me for a long time, with tears in his eyes. Then he
slowly nodded his head, and left our caravan without saying a word. Ten
minutes later he was back, smiling, and carrying two small boys in his
arms. He proudly sat them down between the pillows on our couch.

From that time on we were nearly always together. Michail looked after me
when my parents had to go somewhere, and now he really was a second father
to me. I loved him with all my heart; and tried to play with his sons, but
they were way too small and no fun at all.


Many times I stared longingly at the other children; when they went through
the bushes surrounding our camp, laughing and pushing each other. Later on
they returned in a cheerful mood, carrying several small animals they had
caught, or carrying baskets filled with delicious fruits. They divided the
fruits among us, and roasted the animals on long stakes over the campfire,
to eat them when they were prepared.

How I wanted to accompany them! But I had to wait until I would be dry
during the whole night and no longer needed my diapers...

I tried to force my small body to warn me in time, but every morning I woke
up being soaking wet. I nearly hated myself for that. Why must my body be
so immature? I knew my brain was developing very fast, but why didn't my
body follow my brain? Couldn't I force it to grow faster?

I asked Michail about it, but he told me to be patient and to be happy with
my life as it was now:

"Be happy to be a small boy, and enjoy your youth. Soon you will be an old
man like me, and then you are regretting your age..."

"But I WANT to be like you! And I also want to enjoy my youth, by
accompanying the other children into the woods!"

"I think you’re way too intelligent for your age. You're only four years
old; but I can talk to you as if you were a grown-up, and you're
understanding everything. That's not normal for a boy your age. Other boys
your age are playing with small thingies and sucking on their thumb..."

I felt frustrated, hopped off his lap, and went outside to wait impatiently
for the other children to return.

I was always around the campfire when they returned, to ask them questions
and listen to their stories. Many times I dreamed away while they were
talking about their fascinating adventures, when they had chased a pig
through the woods or caught a bigger animal in a snare...

Unfortunately I wasn't allowed to help them with the roasting, because I
had to catch my own animal first. And I couldn't catch my first animal
because I was too small... Fortunately they often considerately shared
their food with their little prince, who so eagerly wanted to join them.

I was always very particular about the roasted food, and often remarked
things about the taste:

"Yesterday the marmots tasted better than today. I think you forgot to add
a few of those yellow grains this time."

"How do YOU know? You've never roasted a marmot yourself... but I think you
are right, it did taste better yesterday."

"How about adding a little bit of that greenish moss you brought with you
last week? That with the strong taste."

"We could try some... but if it tastes yucky, you will have to eat the rest
of the animal all by yourself!"

"Only when I am allowed to put some self-chosen herbs onto the animal all
by myself!"

"You know you are not allowed, until you have caught your first animal
yourself..."

"Then let me join you tomorrow! I already know how to make a snare, because
Micha let me see how to do it."

"You know you are not allowed to join us, until you no longer need your
diapers during the night..."

I was angry, and left the campfire to kick a couple of trees. Why was my
body so small and immature? Couldn't I skip a few years?

The next day I was back early, and went into the bushes to collect a couple
of herbs I thought would improve the taste of the roasted animals. I
cleaned them, cut them into pieces with the help of my Mom's sharp kitchen
knife, and carefully mingled them together. I put the stolen knife back
unseen, and impatiently waited for the children to return. This time they
brought a big porcupine to the campfire in triumph.

When they had skinned the animal and put it onto a stake, I showed them my
herbs:

"I want you to use my herbs mixture this time, to improve the taste; but
first you have to add a few drops of oil to it."

"You know you are not allowed to..."

"Yes, I KNOW, but you could at least give it a try!"

They looked at each other and hesitated; until one of the older boys,
Micha, thought:

"He IS our Prince, so maybe our rules will not apply to him so strictly? I
think we should give him a chance..."

The others hesitantly nodded, and I was in heaven!

I got some oil, and carefully mingled a few drops into my herbs
mixture. Micha handed me a brush, and I smeared the porcupine with my
mixture, trembling with pride. I also put a little bit of the greenish moss
into the animal, together with a few leaves from a nearby tree that smelled
good. Two bigger boys held the porcupine over the campfire to get it
roasted, while I smeared it from time to time with the oil.

At last the animal was ready to be eaten. The bigger boys divided it into
chunks, sliced the chunks into pieces, and we started to munch on them.

Fortunately he porcupine tasted really delicious, much to my relief. They
all marvelled at the taste, and licked their fingers.  Suddenly Micha took
me onto his shoulders, and proudly carried me around the campfire three
times:

"From now on you are our chief cook. Never in my life did I taste such
delicious meat!"

I nearly cried with pride, and felt myself grow at least three inches.

From that time on my task was to collect fresh herbs every day, and I LOVED
it. I seemed to have a natural feeling for what tasted good and what I
could mingle together. Now and then it didn't work out and we had to throw
away a yucky tasting animal, but who cares? It was mid-summer, and there
were plenty of other small animals to catch as a replacement. I learned
from every new experience, and my skills vastly improved.

My Mom was a bit angry when she detected I had 'played' with her sharp
kitchen knife; but after I told her what I did and that now I was a 'chief
cook', she offered me another sharp knife that was a bit smaller:

"I will trust you, but for heaven's sake look out not to cut your fingers
instead of your herbs!"

I looked at her in disdain, and went back to the campfire without saying
another word. How COULD she think such a thing...

That evening my Dad tenderly took me onto his lap, and held me for a long
time:

"You are growing fast, my boy. I can vividly remember the first time your
mother told me she was pregnant, and how happy I felt. Now I have you on my
lap, and soon you will be married yourself and have children of your
own... Your mother told me you are a chief cook now, even when you are not
allowed to leave our camp yet. Please be careful, and don't think you are
allowed to do more than the other children just because you are a
prince. They allow you to be their cook because you are GOOD at cooking,
and you have earned that place. Always do what you are doing in a way that
allows you to be proud of yourself, and you will be an excellent King in
the future."

I understood him, and nodded while I let myself melt into his strong
arms. I could feel his love radiating towards me, and marvelled in the nice
feeling of being welcomed and loved, until it was my time to go to bed. Dad
carefully put my diaper on and tickled my belly, making me squirm. Then he
put me to bed. I closed my eyes; and was gone within a few seconds,
dreaming of being a big boy and catching my first animal.

In those first four years of my life I learned and thoroughly tested out
everything I needed to be able to live my wonderful life as a growing up
gypsy baby; living safely in a secluded valley surrounded by huge
mountains, in a country that's called 'Rumania'.

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I'm living in The Netherlands, and my native language is Dutch.