Coming of Age Valentina a life article from
It feels like yesterday my coming of age, 18
party. It took place at the “Sail Club” an
is a magic number. One feels on top of the
upscale place for the upper crust and
world, invincible, unbeatable, conquering
notables of my native city of Bari in Puglia,
the world seems easy as it should be at that
age, beauty is just blooming, strength is at its best, everything is possible. Kids dream of the day they will become 18 years of age, then the day comes and goes, it lasts one year and it is over. Life after that takes a different meaning.
I arrived at the Club in a landau carriage with a horse and a coachman. I was dressed in a long shimmering silver dress my mother made, the kind Hollywood actresses wore, tight at the waist, spaghetti strap at the top with ample décolletage and flared out at the
In the high stratosphere of society, youngsters coming of age, are presented at
bottom. The dress shaped me like a siren at
court, just as in Downton Abbey, when rebellious Lady Rose is presented officially to
My first dance was with my father, we
the King and became a legal adult, it also
glided on the dance floor like two leaves in
means a chaperon is no longer needed.
the wind at the sound of Strauss’s Waltz.
In a less stratified society, youngsters are
We opened the dances. The night went on
still presented today to their friends,
with special food and drinks served by
teachers, family, neighbors, and perhaps to
waiters in white gloves and formal livery.
some city dignitaries as it happened to me many moons ago. The mayor of the city was invited to my
My head was muffled, I felt in a precious glass bauble.
Electric Press Literary Insights magazine: February 2020 edition