I Miss My Childhood

My childhood would have been much less colourful and beautiful without felt. One of the favorite entertainments for the lonely boy I was, was a black board where I stuck felt figures that my mother and grandmother used to cut for me. I combined them to make different landscapes.

I remember a big yellow sun, blue clouds (why the clouds were blue and not the sky looks odd now, but then it made perfect sense), the brown trunk of a tree, the green leaves, a green mountain ridge, the bright red roof of a house...

I could spend hours playing with them, changing their positions. The sun could be behind the mountain ridge, or above. Sometimes I liked to set the house above the clouds and imagine those living in it flying...