At the age of six I was very skinny, little below 20kg with very short hair. I looked like a boy. But I did not care. But only until we went on holidays to the little village. I played with the children from the village. All together there were four of us (respectively six, but the two youngest ones were too young to play with us). Almost like the Bullerby children. We climbed on trees and ate cherries belonging to someone else. And on one of those trees, Willy caught us. “Get down”, he said. Read More »