How was your childhood like?
If I think about my childhood, I remember skinned knees, dirty hands and messy clothes, hair brushed by the wind and red cheeks from the cold.
Maybe that’s why as soon as I see kids wanting to “get dirty”, I go into a photographic heaven.
Runny noses, mud pies contests and jumping in the puddles, they take me back in time and they make my finger stick to the shutter button of my camera.
Probably you too, just like my mother, gasp in disbelief when you see them coming home dirty from head to toe. I almost hear my mother saying: “what will people say if they’ll see you like this, will say that I am growing up two savages!”
Who knows if she ever stopped to see, really see the happy smiles stamped on our faces? I don’t remember that at all and I’m ready to bet your kids won’t be able to remember that either.