A small object, but full of memories.
What fascinates me is that such a small object can hold so many memories. For me, it’s the memory of my commute to school, of summer evening walks, of my first bicycle, and my first feeling of freedom.
It often happens like this: the simplest objects are the ones that most remind us of the past. An old dynamo, an old toy, a schoolbook, and suddenly an entire era resurfaces.
[rotated_ad]
