One of my early childhood memories is waking up in summer, going barefoot down the stairs and outside.
Warm concrete under the little feet, sun - too bright for half-sleepy eyes. When I think about this moment, I can almost see my face (or actually the one I remember from the old photos...)
So what, that it was not perfect, dear. Who cares about "perfection", when you can (if mum allows) walk through the forrest and come out straight on the beach.
And you never, never ever, have to worry about wifi.
My favourite sandwich was the one with butter, cheese, tomatoes and thin rings of onion, on a white roll.
My favourite sandwich IS the one with butter, cheese, tomatoes and thin rings of onion, on a white roll.
It tastes like summer.