W e have all been there. Although it can feel like a long time ago for some and others might feel, as if it was just yesterday; that we were children.
I remember the scent of my mum’s homemade buns. And my dad in the living room with the newspaper and his glasses on his nose, while he talks about society and challenges in the great big world outside our home. Grandma’ who always wanted to play cards (which was cool, because I would always win), she smoked cheroots and kept red soda in the shed. And then there was old uncle Harald, who smoked cigars and told stories from his adventures in America. I was very curious about his stories. Something that would grow in me, as I got older.
Later in my teens, my world was all about friends, girlfriends, cliques and handball, and so came falling in love and the big love. Love took me by storm. I found it in my sur- roundings, my family, friends and relationships … and in beautiful young boys. It took many years before I found love in myself.
I remember the carnival tradition “fastelavn”, Christmas and birthdays. With dressing up, Christmas trees, snow and Santa Claus. Gifts, flags and birthday songs. Seasons changing. From snowsuits and home-knitted elephant hats to summer skirts and swim- suits on the beach. When picturing my childhood memories, I can almost sense the very special atmosphere of being back home with my parents.