I seemed to be running out of time every day lately. It’s bedtime before I know it, and I feel like I have done nothing productive. Which made me think as I looked out of in the silence of the night in Benidorm how different my life now compared to when I was a child.
Back when my brother and I lay on the grass and looking at the dark starry night and dreams of shoes with wheels and asphalted road like it was something out of our fantasy.
Skates are fiction
Yes, back in the early ’90s when people in the west goes around with cellphones in hand, me and my brother (and best friend at the time) thought roller skates was fiction.
Years later. Here I am at 28 (back at 2012) living my in my childhood fantasy in another country.