Bücher von Adrian Ebens

I have often found myself chasing this treasure of memories. I recently traveled to a place I lived when I was a child and I just soaked up the sights and the sounds, visited my old home and relived the memories. Memories of Dad and Mum, my sister and I, sitting around the lounge, memories of going running with my Dad, memories of playing with my friends in the creek, climbing trees and riding bikes. I know that the memories are slightly 'rose glass tinted' and there is an incredibly strong bias to only remember the good times, but it feels so good and satisfying.