I still remember that last May I spend in my hometown. It smelled like lilac, corridors in school and growing up. It was the time, when I found my father's old film camera and brought it with me everywhere. The time, when I started going out with my friends for longer. The time, when we played games in school, because there was nothing else to do.

It was the time, when we went on countless picknicks. It was the time, when I started visiting some cool events. It was the time, when I fell in love for the first time. It was the time, when I started to discover who I truly am. Sometimes, I wish I could come back.