Introduction

When I started this blog I found my self in a difficult moment of my life. I was seriously ill and had spent 2 weeks in an Italian hospital, a big, old, grey and scary building.

One thing that worried me was of course the seriousness and the heavy weight of dealing with a body that don’t cooperate. But another thing is, for me, a creative and colourful person, to be in such a sad and anonymous building. I was longing to come out in the colourful, living nature! I was longing to that time when I could just climb up in our backyard tree to escape difficult situations. There I could hide behind the leaves and look at things in a hole new perspective.

That period is what got me started questioning being an adult. What does it mean? Constant worries, responsibilities, and social rules of what is appropriate to do and not to do? Were do all the spontaneity and playfulness go? So a question started to build up inside me:
Why don’t adults jump in puddles or climb in trees anymore?