Sometimes, when the days become all too monotonous, I long for the
feeling I had when I was a small child. Back then, life
was like a present under a Christmas tree. You never knew what was coming, but precisely that made everything exciting. Every morning life began anew, and yesterday or the future were forgotten. Now and today were all that counted. My mother always said I would eventually grow up. I didn't know what that meant exactly. And then came work and real life. And
slowly, slowly, without even realising it myself, I grew up. But still there are those days when I have it again. That
feeling...