Pippi Longstocking was always one of my favourite characters when growing up. I liked the way she invented adventure when there was none to begin with. Never afraid of being alone, always feeling that her parents were nearby, eventhough only one of them was alive and very far away from her, sailing the oceans. The imagination when she glued her shoes and walked and danced up-side down from a ceiling. Pooring the same glue as car fuel, ending up flying it. Hidden treasures in her messy house and inside a tree in the garden. Simple things made magical!