It's a picture of me and my littlesister, I don't know the year. Maybe 1995 or something like that :) My childhood was happy. If I could decide a age and I could live that old the rest of my life I would choose 5 years old. I had the first memory of how happiness felt when I was 5. Later in life maybe after I turned 13 my inner devil started coming out and the teenager years was difficult to handle and happiness wasn't anymore a big part of my life. But hey who is not a bitch as a teenager?
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