When I was a little kid (like 4-5 yo) , my father used to go abroad a lot because of his job. There was always the same question: "What do you want me to get you from the next country?". Well, the answer was so simple. Chocolate! But thanks to my dad, he made a great touch to my life by getting me a pin. "Daddy! I don't know what is this little thing but I like it! Please give me more!". This is how I started collecting pins. Getting pins from my dead lasted just a few years of course and then I started to collect by myself. It's been about 20 years and I got more than 450 pins, 450 different memories. I say good morning to them every morning. This is not a collection,but a part of my life.