I started to reconnect with my childhood recently.

Felt like my youth was adventurous, used to

explore the woods and had many moment

where I saw amazing things in the wild.

Like when the first snow started to fall on the hidden lake

in the back of my house. Or when the night was so bright

because of the moon. I remember my old friends and

me doing camping in the forest. We told spooky

stories and I often was the one coming with

the most original ones. Since I started

writing at age 11. It was like that, I had

so much creativity at this age.

Right now, I feel like I deserve to return to that

kind of inner inspiration. My mother always

told be I was the master of my own imagination.

I am grateful she allowed me to figure it out.

And also told me the balance between real

and unreal.

I read the never ending story back at 11 too.

Finished the Dragon Balls manga of 42 tomes.

Read the Papillon book too around age 12.

I was really not that afraid to read back then,

sadly in school. I didn't had that much

of a privilege to grow.

Even though I learned how to read at age 4

and was pretty darn good in mathematic.

The teachers never liked me, because

I was a little too smart to them. I never

liked following their rules too.

Yeah I was and maybe still is a rebellous kind.

Maybe I didn't changed that much, or did I?