“Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke.”
Every time I start to feel down about myself, all I have to do is pull out a few of my favorite growing up photos and I can’t help myself but to smile. How could you not. Look at that half-crazed, maniacal-looking, happy child.
OK.. well.. not this one. Apparently 1967 or 1968 (can you read the date on this picture?) was not my year (Little Sami, the smallest child on dad’s lap).
“Don’t you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?”
ahh here we go… just smile… be nice and … just smile
“When I was a kid, I imagined flying holding balloons”