Childhood and adolescence are quite strange periods of our lives. During these years we think differently, feel brighter, get our first wounds, which in adulthood we won't even notice. We make strange decisions, make mistakes, show particular cruelty and vulnerability. We all have different lives and scenarios, but our memories of childhood have one feeling in common. I don't know how to define it. It's like a filter of old film, where the color of the sky is somehow incredibly bright, and the hot summer sun from that walk during school vacation still burns my back. I don't have specific stories for you, because memories, unfortunately, tend to fade from memory. I can only share with you the feeling that accompanies nostalgia for childhood.