I remember as a little kid, I was always in a hurry to grow up. I thought to myself, that if I was older, I could do the same cool stuff as the grown-ups did. Now when I think back and remember how easy my life was as a kid, I miss it. There was nothing to worry about, no bills, no shopping, no broken heart. There were always food on the table when you got home, random clothes in the closet that you did not care about what was. All you wanted was to play with your best friends and have fun, while messing your clothes up.
I often dream back to those days, when life was just a big playground with no worries:-D
I live with a 20 year old youngster, Lasse. An upcoming photographer which main focus in photography is photojournalism. His parents came by yesterday to fix our laundry machine and while dad took care of it, his mom cut his hair. It reminded me so bad of back in the days, when I was 8 years old, sitting restless and impatience and all wanted ,was to get out into the sun and play with the others! I think the last time my mom cut my hair,was when I was 12 years old, about 15 years ago.