As a foreigner in Germany and someone whose early life was influenced by war, in my head I am always comparing experiences with the people I meet. I often wonder if I had a normal childhood. Sometimes I envy the privileged backgrounds of my friends, and other times I am fascinated by how universal some experiences seem to be. There is a certain naivety I imagine many young girls have about angst, attraction and their own perceptions of adulthood. Although I never had a horse, I tried to remember myself at that age.