Let the Wind Blow unto thy Face

This picture brings back memories. I don’t remember if I’d said it here, but all the memories I can remember starts with only tiny bits from 3 years old, everything on or before that, I can’t remember, but I do remember having this picture of me and my mom when I was probably 1 or 2 years old (I don’t know, I was quite big when I was a baby, I started walking by 8 months O_O) and we were both wearing yukatas and I was so cute then. In one picture she was carrying me, in another I was walking with her holding hands, in both I was holding an ice cream (yes, my addiction for ice cream is in born will post an evidence story). It was festival in Japan and my dad was probably the one who took the picture since he loves taking pictures and videos so much that I rarely see him in pictures with me, though I hear him talking to me on those videos which are lost already because they were videotapes and I think I played with them too much when I was little that I ultimately broke them or something :(

I suddenly want to visit Japan again, even just for a day?