My memories as a human being start with me with blue socks and a very big and creamy stuff over my knees. I could'n find here a photo with a blonde, blue eyes girl with a birthday cake on her knees and since I'm not allowed to scan mine, I've used one with a 2 years birthday candle and another one with the precious baby that I was.










Than, as I grew older I started fighting with my cousin over every little thing posible: No, we are not black either, but I couldn't find one with a girl and a boy fighting over some toy.


As my brother appeared on this world things between me and my cousin started to calm down.
Instead I was fighting with my brother and, guess what! he is always end up winning... because he was starting to cry without even me getting to touch him.



Than, as a present for being a good girl in school, my father bought me a red bicycle. Now I am to choose between the photo on the left and the photo on the right, because I was older than the girl in the first photo, just as the girl from the second one, but she doesn't have a red bike.










Than I become a teenager. And like every teenage girl, I started dating with a rocker boy with long blode curls and we were spending all our time riding bikes all around the city. Unfortunately we didnt make it official.










Than I started college in Bucharest and started living in a student campus, in a room with a lot less comfort as the one I had at home: I didn't have a laptop on that time, but I was already tired of searching a bad looking dormitory room with an annoyed girl.








The beauty part started when I began working as a travel guide. No!!! I was not wearing glases and I was having a big group of people behind me.





Am I doing the searchings wrong?