IKON Magazine (December #2/2020)

Many people do not believe me, but I remember myself from early childhood. Very clearly, but in fragments I remember the emotions on a certain day, how I was dressed, what I did. Before that, the events were not particularly remembered: I remember looking at the apartment from the crib. I remember how my mother spanked me for the first time on the pope, how the photographer came, how we went to the zoo, how my parents fought. I remember the birthdays of the children in the group, the teachers, the names of the girls with whom I was friends. When I went to the first grade, a fully conscious life had already begun, the memories are the same as in the 8th grade. And with you as well?