I just watched L’âge de raison, a wonderful french movie about childhood and things you forget when you grow older. It’s about 7 year old Magaret who sent letters to herself that reached her, with the help of a notary, on her 40st birthday. She is (obviously) an overambitious business woman and tries to reject the feelings she gets when she reads about her former dreams.
Right now I just want to build a tent or bury a treasure. :)