Childhood in the 80's in Croatia

I have pretty good memory, so I remember my mom's curly hair in 80's style. She loved 80's, the music, the clothes, but my father was a punker. I really don't know what force from the sky connected them, but we were great family. One of my first memories is when I was two and my father threw me in the sea because every member of our family learned to swim at the age of two. If some daddy do the same thing today, he would probably end up in jail.

Back then, Croatia was part of Yugoslavia, multinational and multilingual union of states, which was ruled by communism and Marxist regime. You could feel the tension in the air, because Croatian people were afflicted and it was forbidden to sing Croatian songs or speak about Croatian independence. Everybody was telling that the war is inevitable.
But children don't understand those things. Unlike today's children, we played outside. There were no computers, video games, cable TV... it was to expensive, some harmless things were even forbidden in Yugoslavia. So we played with planks, rocks and mood... until my uncle, who was a sailor, didn't get me a Gameboy! My father would rather like that my uncle bought me a ball or something. I was restricted to play with my Gameboy for just half of hour daily.

I remember that old little apartment where we lived before we moved to my grandma's house. I remember old "socialistic" furniture and very first VCR that my father bought. He drove old FIAT 126, a car we simply called The Iron (for polishing).

I liked to watch He-Man and Smurfs. Today's children have those high-tech cartoons, cartoons without soul (that's just my opinion). But we were healthier and stronger than kids today are. It wasn't unusual to get into fight with your peers every day. Everyone of us had knees covered with blood and scratched legs. We were resilient and playful.
As the 90's came, the war came also, so my childhood was forcibly stopped.