The most beautiful memories of our childhood are those, which burn into us, which we never forget, and which even at a ripe old age are remembered as vividly as at the time when they happened. These memories are more valuable than aníything else. These are the memories which no-one can take from us. They are ours only. For all of us, there will come a time, when on cold autumn evenings we would love nothing more then sit by the fireplace in an armchair, and just remember. This is when the memories will come to visit us all. With their soft hands they will leaf through the yellowed pages of our lives, and will softly whisper the word „remember”… into our ear.