On of my favourite childhood memories is from when my family and I were snowed in on the small island they're from

No-one could leave or enter the island because of the blizzard, and all of the roads were blocked. We had to hike in the snow with skis and sleds to the nearest town with a supermarket which was almost empty

On our way there, we passed big cliffs where waterfalls were frozen which had created ice caves you could enter.

Even though the whole situation probably should have been scary, it was so beautiful and blissful that I think of it as one of the most precious moments of my life

I guess that is why I love snowstorms now

Another precious memory of mine is the balloons in my house that my mom would blow up the night before my birthday so that I would wake up to a colourful surprise.

When surprises are repeated year after year they become tradition, yet some aspect of it still surprises me. I can't believe that someone would keep doing this for me, but even in Den Haag my boyfriend keeps the tradition alive. Love is a beautifully funny thing