Yesterday i found an old photo album, that i didn't even know existed, i thought i had removed all my photos of childhood from where they were and destroyed them all, and that there were none left now, because i don't want any photos of myself left in this house, and i almost can't stand looking at them, but it turns out i missed 6.
But i can't really say i identify with the person in the photos, i don't feel that hurt by looking at these ones, but it feels very distant, like it's another person, and i don't even remember the dog's name.
I don't really remember that typical sunny day, and the quality of the photos is bad, but i thought they would be useful to represent a time in my life when i was still in the age of innocence, as a small child, i was only 5 years young or so.
Memories bring me much sorrow and disappointment.
These photos are now destroyed.
