It’s funny how people hold a certain value for things that nobody else would.

A particular building, A faded photograph, The way the light shines in through that one window.

More often than not, it’s because it reminds us of something we encountered when we were children. It reminds us of that time when we were free. Free from responsibility, free from rules, regulations, taxes, traffic jams and awkward moments. Free from the government, disease, anger, hurt, corruption. It reminds us of a time, when we were simply content. When getting an ice cream was the best thing in the world and running around outside was a treat. When our imaginations run wild and adventures reigned. We might have only had a few blankets, pillows, some toy blocks and a spade but our playtimes were full of dragons, secret codes, damsels in distress and the hero to save the day.

But maybe we don’t grow up. Maybe our imaginations just change. The models we see could have been the beautiful princesses we dreamt about. The tasks the massive dragons we had to fight. Children are the bravest people in the world. And well, we were all kids once. Weren’t we?

‘To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.’

‘Promise me you’ll always remember; you’re braver than you believe, and stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.’