HELLO HIVE
How time flies, I remember like it was yesterday when I was a child, if only wishes were horses, I would turn back the hand of time and take you to my past, to have an image of what my childhood memories feels like. Indeed, Growth and development is inevitable. I can now see from another perspective why men fear change even more than death. As we grow we begin to get entitled to chores, the fun of our childhood will begin to gradually be replaced with responsibilities. I really envy kids of this generation and wish I could reverse the hand of time. Sometimes I wish I could switch lives with a kid and start childhood afresh, when I feel I missed out in some childhood fun. But then, my childhood isn't all that bad you know. I do have alot of good childhood memories too. Some of which I will share with you. Let's all grab our popcorn, the movie recap of my childhood memories is about to get started.
The scene opens with little me about to start school. The thought of carrying school bag was what brought joy to me, not the fact that I was getting knowledge. The knowledge wasn't bringing me joy, my school bag and food flask was. Even before I started schooling I had always fallen in love with school bags and flask. Whenever my siblings got back from school, I greet them by collecting their bag, not because I wanna respect them,😂😂 but because I want to put the bag on, because it brings me joy.
My parents then thought, I would loved school since I love bag packs. They decided to enroll me into school. The day my bag was bought, was one of the happiest days of my life as a child. I would always wear my school bag even to the point of sleeping with it. I didn't like the idea of washing the bag first before I get to wash it, because i would have to wait before getting the bag. i remember telling them, "I like the bag like that, it is fine like that".
Eventually I started school, having to wear my day to school was a thing of joy to me, because I get to show off my bag to people. We literally don't do anything, but have fun in school at that stage. I was completely oblivious of what is to come😢. This increased my love for my school bag, to the Point of me asking them to bathe me with the bag😂😂. As the hand of time ticks, I began to grow, the beating stage of school drew bear and I didn't like the idea of going to school, because of the beatings. But I still loved my bag. I began to demonstrate what my teacher does by teaching my parents, beating them when they get to wrong, and then telling them, "my aunty used to beat me like that, and I don't like her too."
Moving forward, another childhood memory I love are those days when my Dad wants to go to work, after sharing giving us our money for food as usual. He will then gather us all together, singing for us and making us dance while he sprays us money.
The more money he sprays us, the more pocket money we have to buy biscuits 😁😁. Me sisters been the elders with bad intentions will then tell me to hand my money over to them to help me keep it, so I will not misplace it😭😭. Being a child I would give them, but will never see the money again, because they would tell me they have added the money with theirs to buy what we used to cook. when they only bought eggs 😭😭.
This continued for as long as I can remember, as if that wasn't enough, whenever visitors came, being the baby of the house they would give me money, the tell me to use it to buy puff-puff. Since that was what I was always requesting for. If the visitor give me a higher amount of money, my Dad would scam me telling me it's the same and we should exchange. How is 200 naira and 20 naira the same all because you wrote a zero behind the 20 naira to make it look like 200 naira. I have been really scammed since I was a kid. If not that my Daddy is still owing me all those money that visitors used to give me, what is estate that I cannot buy 😂 😂😂😂
This is my story about my childhood 🤗 and i hope you like it. Welcome to my blog have a nice day
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