Despite the fact that I have specific memories for each season, winter brings me the biggest nostalgic feeling. I remember my childhood most often when I walk around the frozen lake in the park in my hometown of Nitra. Winters used to be colder than nowadays (except for this year), that´s why I used to regularly go ice skating and play ice hockey on the lake. I was freezing, but I was so glad I was playing winter sports that I didn´t feel it. After my parents finally succeeded in bringing me home, it was the right time for my favorite rituals. While my mom was preparing a hot coco for me, I would wash my hands in warm water to unfreeze them. I would put my feet on a warm radiator and grab the coco into my hands.
Back then I was happy that I wasn´t part of the adult world. They used to complain about winter and the snow and they could not get to work easily or go shopping. I also went to school every day but in contrast to them, I prolonged my way home to enjoy the snow. I made a few angels in the snow field, I collected icicles and built a nice snowman.
But times are changing and I grew up too. I became an adult so quickly and naturally that I didn´t even realized it. Instead of sliding on the ice, I take care not to fall down. I don´t remember how a real snowball fight looks like and I don´t remember when I built a snowman for the last time.
Despite of all of this, I wouldn´t want to go back to my childhood times. But sometimes, when I remember my childish me, I try to bring it again into my everyday life.
My first pictures taken with film camera. They are not perfect, but they are special to me just because they are my first :). Next time it´s gonna be much better :).