No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to retrieve any concrete memories before the age of seven. Everything before that time is just some disconnected, vague fragments to me now – like a beautiful mosaic pattern.
But I'm quite sure of one thing, that I was a loved child. I had no worries. I was happy.
My childhood felt like a wonderful dream to me. Somehow I always get the feeling that, when I was asleep in my dreams, I was with that very young little me again - after a very long separation.
‘Cheer up,’ that little me said. She was smiling, enveloped in a kind of beautiful haze. The flowers around her were slowly melting into her radiance. Those dreams were beautiful – so beautiful that every time I woke up and came back to reality, I felt excruciatingly sad to be separated from her. Every time it nearly crushed me. Yet when I had those dreams again, I felt joy and courage in my dreams.
I am glad that I still have so many pictures of my childhood. They record those ‘moments’ in my life. They are the reason why I can still feel and talk to that little me in my dreams.
They are the reason why I want to take these pictures for these lovely children.