My first memories of childhood go up at the time where I hide in the bushes with the dog of my nanny, a German shepherd that everyone feared because it was wild. But me, 4 year old little boy, he liked me and protected me. Then comes time from the social center and of the nursery, then there it is is delirious it total. The first day I remained in my corner, not possible to speak with whoever.
It's still the same I think...
It's still the same I think...