I visited my childhood home, I have not been...

...inside that house since 1985 when my mother moved elsewhere. The new owner wanted to hear about the history of the house, and we told: my sister, her two eldest daughters and me. It was quite nice, as you guess, the house called up strong memories, even though the entire interior of the house, except for one old big table, had been completely renovated.

In my sister's house I saw a large photo of a very small, very cute girl -- maybe only 2 or 3 years old in the picture. She was so sincere, so innocent and sweet in that pic, wonderfully dressed, very big eyes! A couple of years later I had a crush on her, a crush that I had almost forgotten, because as an adult she didn't look very great to me: an adult voice, an adult body, and something heavy had appeared in her features. But this photo really made me understand why I had such a strong crush on her in the past.