The other day, my little girl and I went out to play on the snow. It was the first time she ever saw the snow and she happily explored around, while I followed her trying to remember what was it like to have a great time back then when I was a child too. I remember I loved snow so much, I would play outside for hours and would come home with my clothes completely soaked wet! But that feeling was gone, long time ago.
My husband was there too watching us, and after a while he told me something like: “I had a childhood in a fucked-up family, but you look like you didn’t have a proper childhood at all! It looks to me like you had to grow too soon!”
The moment he said that I almost wanted to cry. I knew exactly what he meant.