I remember many moments from my childhood—the warm and happy ones, as well as the sad. With mom, dad and other people important to me. I remember myself sitting in the corner in a garbage basket in Mom’s classroom—so as not to disturb her—waiting for her to finish the class.

I remember more of my mom than of my dad. I remember vividly a situation when—unable to keep up with her during a walk together—I called out “Mom, please wait!” and yet… She didn’t slow down. She didn’t wait.

I remember Giżycko… wandering the city streets and looking for my mother—at her work or at her friend’s house. I remember visiting my dad at school, in his office near the gym.

Not many moments with my parents… It’s sad but true…

I remember Talki—the village where I lived the first years of my childhood. My mother’s family, the grandparents’ house. Hours, days, weeks spent there. Holidays and other celebrations together.

I remember when Grubi—my friends—were building their house (a long time ago), visiting them and spending time with them.

I remember Aunt Marysia and her wonderful sandwiches she always treated me with. Mom Basia and Dad Heniuś. My step-parents… as I called them.

I remember—from my teenage years—Meine Liebe Tante Monika, with whom I took my first steps in German Language, our walks and conversations, and her kindness.

I remember… what was good, what created positive feelings, but also what hurt…

That’s life. It contains a little bit of everything.

What do YOU remember?