Hello, everyone.
Welcome to my blog and another wonderful edition of the Hive Learners' featured post. Childhood was really fun-filled, and most times when I reminisce about certain things we did as kids, I cannot help but burst into laughter. People around me won't know what's going on in my head; they might even think I am losing my mind.
I have a lot of childhood memories, and picking one out of all of them was difficult. I just had to pick one and save myself the stress of contemplation. I don't know about you, but as for me, my childhood days will forever remain my best days. I believe the future is great, but I cannot have the same kind of fun I had as a kid.
As a kid, you play and do as you please, not minding if anyone is watching you. As adults, you are mindful of everything, even your walking steps.
Some days I wish I could go back to being a child, to the days when I had no worries except for when I felt hungry. In the days when my parents did all the worrying, I could play around from morning until nightfall without getting any mood swings. The worries attached to adulthood won't let you enjoy twenty-four hours without mood swings; whenever you remember there are things that need your attention, your mood changes.
There is no doubt that we all know that childhood is the foundation of every individual; some people are the way they are today because of their childhood experiences. This is exactly why most parents with understanding do everything in their power to give their child the best and everything they need to make their childhood days a good one.
I was born into a family of seven, including my four siblings and my parents. We never had it all, but when it comes to contentment, we are first on the list. I'm not trying to brag, but my family is one of the best families you can come across on the surface of the earth.
While growing up as a child, I hated school so much. To my parents, they were doing me good, while on my side, they were doing me bad. As in, if they were hurting me, why take me to school and interrupt my playing time? I clearly remember how they used to buy candies and biscuits just to get me to go to school; I'd take them all and still refuse to go to school.
Once it's morning and they wake me up to bathe me, I start to cry, and the whole neighborhood already knows why I'm crying, so nobody comes to my rescue anymore. I cried to the extent that my elder put bathing soap in my mouth just to make me keep quiet, and I still haven't forgiven her.
I still remember how I was dragged like a box to school because you can't carry me; I will keep shaking until you drop me down. This made dragging me to school the only option; there will be more than enough candies in my pocket, but I just hate school if those candies are not enough to actually convince me to go to school.
To date, my mom still uses those days to tease me, saying in her voice, "my son, who hates school, now goes to school on his own without waiting for anybody to drag him".
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