Once there was a little story who wanted to grow. It wanted to be there for everyone, to learn and to teach. But the story was small and fragile, and so it was sitting in the memory – it’s the foggy place where all the best stories hide until someone finds them and brings them to the light.
It’s strange how we can get confused when someone asks us for a favorite film, song, book, or place. You can say anything as an answer, but can it be precise? In my case, it almost always has to be a couple of answers, that cover different periods of time in life. We change but some things will stay perfect for a specific age even when we surpass them, for example, child literature.
Pleasure is born from hard times.