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A childhood (happy) memory

I don't remember the exact age I was at the time, but I was definitely over seven years old. I think it was winter, because I have the idea that I had several layers on and that it was cold. And it was night. A winter night.

I remember leaving home with my parents and walking to the house of one of my mother's friends, who lived relatively close to us. I walked between my parents and each of them held my hand, which gave me a feeling of well-being. As we walked, I tried to rise into the air, supported by their hands and the security that their presence gave me. And that, this attempt to lift myself into the air, while walking, was fun for me. And, more than fun: it made me laugh and feel happy.