So I guess my story starts when I was born. I don't remember much of it. But from everything I was told I was born in a bungalow in a vacation park in the woods not far from the village I grew up in. My father at the time worked in cote d'ivore (ivory coast( It is in Africa)), but my mother didn't want to give birth to me  over their so she came back for three months together with my three big brothers. 

Who I will call for the sake of internet ( alibi):youngest brother (still 2,5 years older than me) Thomas, my middle brother Theodorus and my oldest brother Albert. 

So continuing with the story; After three weeks my baby self together with my lovely family went back to Africa and stayed there for 1,5 years (Can be a bit more or less, I was a baby at the time so I don't know). Back in my own country we stayed a little while in the same bungalow as before waiting for our house to be finished. It was a building made by a local architect but for some reason (I don't know what) he had to sell it. My first real memory was in that house. It was a big house and it had an enormous garden (we rented some garden from the neighbours). I had my own room there but between me and my brothers rooms we had little doors you could lock from both sides (so privacy if you wanted) because we shared a room in the bungalow and my mother was afraid that we would get lonely. The next couple of years I remember as happy. But even though I didn´t know it. For my mother that was apparently not the case.

I lived in a relatively quiet street so I could play on the street and in the garden there were enough kids in my neighbourhood and I loved the nursery where I went to. (from what I remember, still a bit vague because I was so young.) I also had a neighbour at the other side of the street that I loved. She had a little bookstore she run from her house and also one of her hobby's was collecting (cute)  dolls. I would go there on my bare feet (even though her driveway was made out of gravel ''ouch!'') And would go over there to talk with her/ play or if I was really lucky I would buy something of her. As a toddler I found that so amazing!! She had boxes that ranged from 1 cents to 2 euros and if I found some change around the house I would run to my mother asking if I could have it only so that I could spend it at her store. The things in the boxes where nothing special, but I thoroughly enjoyed every excuse to go to that neighbour and talk. 

to be continued