When I look at my childhood photos, I see, like in a mirror, a reflection of the child I once was.
I see myself in different images, either as a mischievous and lively child, or sitting quietly in the corner of the room with a book in my hands.
My earliest memories of myself take me to the distant past, to a world where everything was simple, clear, easy and beautiful.
Looking back, all of these childhood memories fill me with joy and warmth.
Whether it was the feeling of summer and complete freedom or other moments of carefree childhood, these bright flashes of colour and light fill the emptiness around the little child inside me.
I remember the feeling of flying and happiness when the world around me was safe and filled with adventure. These memories leave traces and influence the person I have become today.
