
It is so strange that the moment I opened the old, hidden photo album my head filled with memories of colors, scents and emotions. I recalled hours spent on playing, experiments done and things discovered. Because for me, childhood means a stage of discovering. I was a very inquiring child - I asked a lot of questions and always wanted to know "what", "how" "when"... and my personal favorite: "WHY".

But I was not alone in my voyage through new lands full of unknown natural forces, animals, gadgets and inventions - I was not alone in my discovery of the world - I had guides, my parents. They were patient enough to answer all my questions and to make me believe that it is possible to understand the complexity of the world around. And I guess I still have some of this inquisitivness left...

Oh gee, I got very sentimental and poetic. But the pictures here do not in any way fit this mood:) This is me, still young and beautiful, aged: 2 months, 2 and 3 years.