My parents moved to Nijmegen where my father started his Master's in Social Science (pedagogiek). They bought their first house there in the Rembrandstraat and since my parents  were on a tight student's budget, they rented out two rooms to other students. I remember one time that I was in the room of one of the students, but that's it. I do remember quite a bit of this time in Nijmegen, some of my friends, garden, roads, people. My younger sister, Brenda, was born in that period, and I do remember once that we fed her on my parents bed, so I must have been around four years old.</p><p>I remember a friend of mine, Jeroen, who got to eat steak every lunch and pretended that the toilet was an elevator. The big chestnut tree in the garden of a girlfriend's woth the chestnuts inside the large prickly fruit. The grapevine in the garden of the local GP, the father of another girlfriend. Me sitting at his desk, putting my finger on his table after I hurt it between the garden gate. With my skelter down the hill, on up the hill at the other side of the block. Collecting waste paper for no apparent reason with a friend. Waking up one night, not finding my parents and walking over to the neighbours where they were (I must have remembered somehow). And funnily also a memory when I was walking to the supermarket and saw a wrapped piece of candy on the street. My mother wouldn't let me pick it up and eat it, although it was still wrapped.</p><p>Other memories. Going with my father to a nearby building that they were going to tear down to get some of the old tiles that were still in there. I was a little bit scared that the bulldozers would move in, although it wass probably a Sunday anyway. Also the river, where you had stairs that would go directly into the water. Some memories from school. In the end, many anecdotical memories of an apparent carefree childhood.