When you think about your childhood memories, what comes to your mind? Is it bitter or sweet? Do you find yourself laughing, smiling or sad?
For me, it's sweet memories. I find myself laughing and smiling when I remember.
Let's take a journey to my childhood.
When I was little, I remember I was the most naughty yet sweet child you could ever find. My mom never lacked people that carried me because I was a cute and happy child.
Growing up, my sister was my twin, why? My mom didn't allow me breastfeed well when she got pregnant again. Funny how I senior my sister with just a year and eight months.
She became my friend, my twin, my fight mate and everything. I looked for trouble and she does the fighting. We got reported to our mom, got punished and we would go back to beat the person's child again, we were that naughty.
We also did charity with our mom's food, we would invite our friends over to the house, finish the food and leave our mom hungry with no choice but to cook again after a stressful day.
When I was 7 years old, my mom gave birth to our last born who is now 19 years old. She was very chubby and cute. I always find myself eating her baby food instead of feeding her, her food finishes in time thanks to me. My mom caught me countless times and punished me but I never stopped.
Few months after she was born, 7 months precisely, my mom placed her in our care and went to attend to customers. Guess what? My immediate sister and I decided to play with our friends on a parked car(we called it peacock then) it's now called an Hilux n we climbed with our baby sister and kept her far from us then started jumping down and climbing to do the same. We never knew she crawled behind me until she grabbed my gown when I was about jumping down. She fell and broke her forehead, I got the beating of my life that day, never to forget in a hurry.
Also, When I was 8years old, I went playing with my friends at a carpenters shop(furniture factory) climbing one chair to the other, nail pierced my foot and I couldn't remove it. My friends had to run and call my mom and the shop owner. They had to force my leg out and rushed me to a clinic. When we got home, she used very hot palm oil on the injury and since then, I calmed down.
Someone who knew me then would thing I would be calm after that encounter but it wasn't the end of my mom's headache.
I got injured in school because I was fighting with a classmate and she fell a desk on my foot. My toe nails removed immediately. My mom got tired of me honestly but while I was coming of age, I became more quiet, reserved and also became my mom's bestfriend.
My dad was a busy dad and never at home that's why I never mentioned him.
I have a lot of memories to share with you guys but I love keeping you guys in suspense.
I won't call this memories bitter memories because whenever I remember, I laugh and smile about it.
My childhood taught me a lot from patience to kindness to care and protecting my younger siblings and I'm grateful to my childhood for teaching me a lot.