gave me a book , so family and friends could write a few words and poems to me. i was six, and so proud of this book. on the last page my grandmother wrote:
” i always choose the last page,so that when you relive the memories, i always comes out on top.”
the transelation are so bad, but you get the drift…
i am still working on Amandas challenge this week.
this is a childhood memories that i have been wanting to do a”thing” with. found this book from 1967, last time i moved, in 2004. it is so funny to read. besides my friends, family and teachers, there is a lot of fun inn-put by my brothers friends. they were teenagers and really “funny”.
working with old photos always brings out a lot of old memories, some good and some bad. i try to be true to my self. even thought, what i remembers don`t necessary have to be the truth. at least, not the only one. often i have a story to tell, and i put that on the back. -as a cover on the back or inn-side.
