Little Avie in the backyard of our first house in Litochoro.
I remember that girl quite fondly. She was my only self old enough to know what's what was going on, yet young enough not to be touched by the horrors of 'the real world'.
Last night I imagined her in a strange way. I made an impossible hypothesis. What if, she was trapped in that garden during all those years? For all the time that's passed since I was her, what if she was still inside that garden?
I say 'trapped', but what I really think is she would never be bored or sad, I wouldn't worry about her.
She has her flowers and wooden furniture, her friends that love her and their dress up costumes made of torn up old fabrics.
She probably gets often visited by the neighbourhood pets and often has to hide in the bushes from the mean, old neighbour, who comes out at late noon, to take care of the plants and complain about the mess Avie and her friends made.
I don't wish I would have stayed that age forever, but I am very glad I got to be that exact little girl once, she is forever in my heart.
