|athina in central europe|
When I was young , when visiting my cousin's house, we (me,my sister and him) would always wear our swimsuits (my sister didn't. She didn't accept any kind of cloth in her body until the age of 5) and go to his yard running all around like wackos while the automatic watering system was on. Whenever somebody passed the road and looked at us I was ashamed and stopped until he left.
Yesterday, while walking in front of a ballet school and listenig to the piano I started demonstrating my dancing moves in the empty night road. After a pirouette I noticed someone looking at me wondering. I guess some feelings will remain the same.