Through a Child's Eyes: My Fondest Memories"
*Hi guys, and hello to the entire hive community. When I read the title of this week's post, I was so happy and eager to write because I would love to share my childhood memories with the entire world.
My childhood was actually fun. I played all sorts of games, followed friends to the river,
played a slapping game, etc., but this post is about my best childhood memory, but wait, do I really have a best childhood memory like a single moment that I cherish the most? I don't think so!!!!. These are my best childhood moments I would never forget in my entire life and I know some of us can also relate to this, you can drop your best in the comment too.*
One of the memories I would never forget is me learning how to ride a bike. Growing up, I never had a bike or even a gifted one, so one day my friend named Lucky told me and some other people who were also friends that today we are all going to learn how to ride a bike. I asked how. When none of us even had one, he said we were going to rent a bike, so we all followed him to a primary school. Of course I'm in Nigeria. At that school, I saw a lot of bikes, different shapes, different colors; it was just like bike heaven, lol š š š so we rented and we started learning. I fell so many times, or even dozens of times, each tumble bruising both my knees and my pride, but my friend Lucky, who knows how to ride, was there offering a hand and a few words of encouragement, and finally I learned how to write the bike. That gentle push that sent me gliding forward and the excitement of me paddling all by myself was on match. That day I did not only learn how to ride a bike; I learned resilience, patience, and lots of joy accompanied eating for the victory of me learning how to ride a bike.
Another childhood memory that I would never forget is me learning how to draw with my best friend. As you can see, I'm a learner. All my memories that I love are all learning as a child. Learning how to draw was fun with my best friend. I could remember I was just registered in that school. Days passed with me that school. I was just observing this cute fine guy always drawing in class. That guy is good. I summoned courage to walk towards him as a child, and I introduced myself and I told him how beautiful he's drawings are, and I asked him if he could teach me, and he answered with a shout, Oh yes!!!!! That day was the best day of my life in that school. I was really happy and joyful. We spent so much time drawing in school. We loved over silica we created, and in our secret world of doodles and the dreams I felt truly understood for the first time. Even today, when I see a child sketching, I feel a rush of nostalgia for days.
Each memory is like a snapshot preserved with all its colors, sounds, and emotions. Like I said, I have so much to share even play under the rain
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but let me end this here. My childhood reminds me to stay curious and cherish the people who lift me up and find joy and magic in the everyday wildlife. Life moves on, and lessons and love from those days stay with me.
Harrison Eugene