80's and 90's
One of my earliest memories from childhood is from mid 80's in the blue bike seat with my father behind the wheel, touring around my mother's hometown starting from my grandparents' backyard. That blue bike seat is now long lost and became my version of "Rosebud". As the years went by, new springs and summers and the smells of my grandmother's much beloved garden and fresh made pastry,sounds from my grandfather's ancient radio, autumns and long cold winters and my big brother and me constantly bickering and fighitng about who lost the precious Lego blocks or missing puzzle parts, Barbie's head or the toy cowboy's hat.. my mothers explosive anger outbursts and threats of abandoning us and dad,the eighties decade ends. To be continued...