@Snezana28 22 March 2022 more from that month

The smell of childhood These are photos from Dad's village.On the mountain Jadovnik. I love the spring of my childhood. It smells of joy. For socializing. On releasing old tires down the hill and running after them. It smells of negligence. Running through meadows full of flowers. To loud, honest laughter. Childhood in the countryside. I don't drink that water from the well today. Not even my children. They don't run around that yard. They don't run on those meadows. I don't pick those flowers. They don't eat black pears. Not in reality. But that's why there is imagination. Boundless. #Thesmellofchildhood