Friday, April 1, 2011

I want to be a kid again?

Imagine being able to play in this house once again, to be able to fit in this small house. I remember my mom shouting out of the window:"It is late, the sun is setting down, come home" and that she would say that a couple of times before I actually went home. The good old times, where nobody knew anything about being different, times when everybody were equal, times where I was a kid.