I remember driving my bobby cart with about 3 years old in Hamburg and being terrified of the thought of falling into the river.
I remember trying to climb a wardrobe at my grandma’s house, which ended up falling on my head leaving a hole.
I remember travelling with my family everywhere my mum wanted to go.
I remember having a fight with a good friend which left the snow red.
I remember German School times where it was a big thing when we were allowed to go to the German Bakery in the lunch break.
I remember climbing on my roof on halloween and throwing water bombs at little trick or treaters.
I remember getting my first self chosen guitar.
I remember starting to drink in the suburbs on the street with my gang of underaged German Schoolkids.
I remember the first day at my new high school after 11 years in the German education system.
I remember getting a Leica camera for my 18th birthday from my ex.