Kidz Chick Lit 1: My name is Astrid

Mom used to love Pippi Longstockings books when she was yonger. Even now she reads them from time to time. So I’ll have to thank her for not calling me Pippi and just naming me after the writer, although sometimes, only sometimes, I fell Astrid is an even more horrible name. For example, when we have an oral test and my hippy teacher calls us by our name, not by surnames, as they do in normal schools.

My family is still living in the sixties, as they had never gone. They smoke pot, they party like mad and leave the children grow wild. By children I mean me, my brother and sister and some of our daddy’s friends’s children.

Our family lives in a big house in the middle of nowhere that we share with other three families, although sometimes we share it with two or three families more. We have lots of friends that just don’t have a home, they live in caravans and drop by from time to time to visit and stay for a few months.

Of course our house is a mess. What would you expect of a group of hippys that anchor themselves in the past as if the times hadn’t changed at all?. But nontheless I think it’s a nice family to live with. Nicer than my friend’s Sandra family. It's just they drive me crazy somethimes.