Childhood

First of all, I'm really sorry for being late, but I've been busy, and somewhat tired. It's been a busy week in the life of Sid, I had assignments to take care of, and then I had 25 people over for a party on Saturday, my classmates are lovely, but what a mess they can make.

Oh well, it is the last week of November now, Sille made sure I knew that, because that is apparently very important, but I don't want to talk about Christmas just yet, instead I want to talk about childhood (I sound like an old person sometimes, I'm sorry).

I started thinking about childhood memories because someone mentioned a smell, and I realised that there's a lot of things that reminds me of my childhood. The smell of dandelions makes me think about summers in my childhood, where we played with dandelions in the garden, I tiny rings you could make on fabric if you poked someone with the stalk, the tiny rings that just never came of your clothes again.
When I think summer I also think the taste of redcurrant, rhubarb, gooseberries and peas. I think dust in the hair after playing in the stable all day or in the loft of the barn. I can't think summer without thinking "cakes" made from sand and water. I think chasing chicken and pretending to be a ninja, spy or Jedi.

The Springtime for me was painting eggs for Easter, even though we never actually celebrated Easter, but we painted eggs and ate chocolate. In the Spring is also when both of my parents' birthdays are, so we always had to be creative and make lovely gifts for their birthdays.

Autumn in my childhood was rain, the smell of rain, wet hair and boots, jumping around in puddles of water (this is not only a childhood thing I still do this, it's quite amusing). Autumn was drinking hot chocolate while watching the rain outside my window, right after a long warm shower. Autumn was always my favourite time of the year, even though I often got colds around that time, but it's the time for staying inside and do nothing.

Winter has always been a time for food and gifts, because of Christmas yes, but also because of my birthday in February. I remember being so much snow one winter that me parents didn't go to work, and I was home from kindergarten, we had snowball fights, and my older brother threw my younger brother into a giant pile of snow, and he got so angry he didn't talk to us all day. Winter is the time for cold noses and wet clothes thrown in the hall, so the entire house starts smelling like snow, mixed with the smell of Christmas cookies coming from kitchen.

My childhood is a bunch of smells, tastes and feelings.