Petten

Petten

The first time ever that we took a holiday as a family must have been around 1967 or 1968. We went to Petten, which was only like 20 kilometers away. We swam in the sea and my father came towards me pretending to be a shark or some big fish. It scared the hell out of me and I needed to get out of the water. Heavy traumas can come unexpected. 🙂