There was a time we called childhood… When we leave it, something inside of us “dies”. Above all, the ability to have an irrational outlook on the world. The childish imagination is granted safe-conduct. We all live with our childhood constantly lodged inside of us, at once present and elusive. Tina Enghoff, born in 1957, works as a free-lance photographer out of Copenhagen, Denmark. This is her first book.