I had the perfect childhood. My parents loved me and my sister was the best playfellow I could've asked for. Life was so easy and beautiful then. I was raised in perfect living conditions because my parents showed me how great life could be. They always told stories to me and my little sister how they met and how they both knew it was love at first sight. Back then I didn't knew how rare such couples were.
The world was my playground and and I was happy and satisfied with what I had. Everything seems easy through the eyes of a child. You could only see black and white. I wasn't conscious about the fact that there could also be grey. It was really simple. If someone treated me bad I've hated him. If somebody sent me a warm smile I instantly loved him. There were so many things - illnesses, death and mental pain- I wasn't aware of. They were words to me back then; inanimate words that were only brought to life later on when I experienced them. And there was one important thing I haven't done then. I have never doubted. Never doubted myself, never doubted any other people and never doubted god. Those were glory days...
