And for young I mean 6-11 years old.
At that age, I loved studing. I loved going to school every morning, I loved new lined/arithmetic exercise books, I loved new pens, new rubber, the smell of new books, I loved using every year the same fountain pen (and I still write with it!), my white smock. I loved painting. And playing my flute.
I loved meeting my friends and playing with them.
I loved staying outside and playing playing playing, no matter mosquitos, no matter if I got dirty, I rode my bicycle and create fantastic stories. I didn't care about nothing.
I even had a boyfriend. Of course we didn't talk one each other, but I had one.
Oh childhood, you were such a great time!