I was about 12 and went with my parents and brother on an outing at a suburb close to Athens (Kifisia or Penteli). My parent took a walk to the forest and me with my brother went to an orphan home that had basketball courts. We were playing with the children that were living there and at a point they had an arguement about the game and started a small fight. After they stopped the fight we continued playing. When my parents returned and we had to go one of the children told me ” dont pay attention to our fight come back next week to play together again”. I was so touched by these words that I was asking my parents to go back for several weekends and still remember this story till today. I think that was my first political memory!