The prompt for this art journal was:
Create a page about your first memory?
I grew up in a small apartment in the old centre of Amsterdam. The rooms in the building opposite of our home, were rented by students.
On late summer nights the students used to have a drink and a smoke on the sill of their open windows. At some point they all had thrown dozens of rolls of toilet paper from the top storey into the street.
The next morning I saw long strips of white paper waving in the wind in front of our window. They were tied on the street lights and on parked bicycles and stuck on the antennas of cars.
It was the 6th of July and I was delighted …
... because I thought this abundant decoration was done for my 6th birthday!
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