Today, 6:41 am
I must admit to you that ever since I was a young child, I was - and still am - obsessed with all sorts of rules and routines imposed on me. For example, when I was a child of 4-6 and colored coloring books, I had to (!) use the color that was supposed to be used, according to the instruction. I remember that for a while I didn't have a pink crayon (I got a set containing one when I was maybe 6), and it felt very wrong to me to color something using the red crayon instead. No - it had to (!) be the pink color. Another example was doing things only from a strictly defined date onward. My mother and grandmother always told me that hazelnuts were to be eaten only from the Feast of the Assumption (August 15), and that's exactly how it had to be to me. As a child, I would never even have considered eating a hazelnut before that date.
And you? What about you? 
