Why can I not remember how it was to be small, to be short, to have a child's body? How was it to see the world in a perspective of one meter tall? There is only one memory; I must have been three and a half. I was playing outside. In some way I was hurt, do not remember that but I still have a scar. I wanted to get in, but I could not reach the door handle or the doorbell. A woman helped me. What I really do remember is her straight dark grey skirt. I do not remember anything else of her.