I remember we always used to celebrate carnival, or fastelavn, as it's called in Norway, when I was little. We used to decorate branches with feathers in different colours, and dress up for kinder garden and bake buns. We don't celebrate it anymore, since we're all grown up. I think it's a bit sad because I remember it to be so much fun. But at least we made buns this year, and usually when we're with dad we decorate branches too. I ate the buns with cheese before mum got to fill them up with cream. And then I left for my friend and for a sleepover at her place so I didn't get to taste any with cream.
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