Dutch quilters share pictures at their age of 21, so i digged in my album: here's a picture from my 20first year.
It was'nt the happiest period in my life, found myself ugly, was covered with nasty pimples, had serious overweight, and fell in love every six weeks, always with the wrong guy.
He's still the love of my life and i'm grateful to feel him near to me.
Where does time go?
And how did you look at the age of 21?