It was 15 years ago when I started taking photos of my eldest daughter. As years passed by and my younger children were born, I realized that what I was doing was not merely documenting the lives of my own children. This process had turned into my meditation, switching of consciousness without which my summer months were unthinkable anymore. In the course of these years taking photos of my own children had turned into a search of my own self and attempts to restore my childhood memories. Taking pictures of my children allows me to connect with myself, not get lost among pots, frying-pans and dishes. These photos is an attempt to leave implicit memories to my children, a memory that is not linked to specific events or achievements in their lives, but which would arouse reflection on fundamental values and would assist in the search of these values in later years.