I remember a song. I wrote my first song when I couldn't write and I remember that feeling of trying not to forget the lyrics. I was 5 or 6 years old (in Poland we didn't start school until 7 years old). I kept singing that song often to make sure that I remember and I remember it till today. Funny thing is that the song starts with: "When I was a little girl..." Wow! What did I really think? The world of child's imagination fascinates me.
What I remember even before that song was countless hours of my own story-telling, whenever anything was hard, I was able to transfer myself to the land of fairy-tales with the background of beautiful music that I always heard in my mind. I often write about the tree... it was my safe haven... I was able to hide under it and make the most fantastic field of adventures. I didn't really have toys to do it with, so the sticks, moss, berries and all possible treasures of nature were the part of my kingdom. What I didn't know, that sometimes in the future that ability will manifest again, and will allow me to survive a different form of suffering.