Reading lots of childhood memories on the platform has prompted me to write mine. I hope @bmjc98 gets to see it because I don't know the procedure for her 1st writing anniversary.
Every child deserves that beautiful time in life called childhood, it is a short period compared to adulthood, and it is a time that can determine what the future of a human would look like. It is a crucial stage and as an adult, I find so much interest in writing about children just to help parents understand a lot of things.
Childhood for me was between great and terrible experiences because life wasn't as good as it appears from afar, I went through lots of hardship as a child but it meant nothing to me because I was taught to be happy regardless of whatever life brings our way. Nothing was balanced then but today, I can look back and smile with my family about the things that happened then, it is one of the reasons why I don't hesitate to help people in need.
I will be sharing not just the good childhood memories because the bad times were part of life.
The day I almost died.
My mom does a menial job to sustain the family and she returns late in the evening. On this fateful day, I and my sibling had nothing to eat for lunch, all mom could afford that day was breakfast.
Before then, I and my brother lived like mountain men. We weren't attending a school so we do go in search of fruits to be eaten as meals or snails for meat whenever it was raining season. We were so used to the lifestyle and things get ugly when there are no fruits on the trees anymore.
We went in search of fruit but couldn't get one, we collected some unripe fruit to be kept at home until they were ripe. Luckily, we found a Mango that was around 70% ready for consumption and I handed it to my brother.
He ate it and went to play while I couldn't because I was hungry. I searched through the mango and saw one that looks big but unripe and started eating it. Little did I know that it would affect me, it had a sour taste but I was too hungry to let that disturb me.
After eating it, I prepared to go join my brother but I started having a stomach ache and in few minutes it got worse, and I was rolling on the floor. I had this terrible sting in my belly and was crying because I thought it would kill me, I was in that pain for hours. My sibling came and we were both crying together until mom came back, she saw me and couldn't hold back tears after she heard what happened.
She ended up using almost all what she earned that day to purchase drugs for me.
Wooing girls with letters and my handwriting.
I had terrible handwriting as a kid, my notes were always rough but my mom doesn't scold me for that because my educational background was poor. As things got better, we were enrolled in a school and even had an after-school teacher so that we can catch up and it worked but my writing was the issue.
After progressing to Jss1, I started working on my handwriting personally. I started writing every letter in a word separately and it made me slow that I do owe notes in every subject at school but it paid off and in less than a year, my handwriting became beautiful despite writing one by one.
I love writing short stories, comic books even though my drawing was terrible and those things found their way into the heart of my classmates. I don't hesitate to write birthday messages, get well messages, and others to the female in the class, it made me everyone's crush.
I love seeing the blushes on their faces, it makes me feel sweet. I am not a womanizer though.
I burnt down farmland.
There are a lot of big farms in my area because it is far from the towns around.
During harmattan, the plant gets dried due to the absence of rain. I was strolling past a farm when I saw a rabbit ran into a hole, the first thing that came to my mind was food.
I immediately ran after it until it entered a hole, I went back home to get some kerosene and matches with some papers I picked from the road to start a fire in the rabbit hole. I haven't seen or done it before but I have heard some aged men talk about it several times and decided to try it out.
I started the fire outside the hole and was expecting the smoke to fill the rabbit hole but it turned out wrongly.
Some of the papers were blown away by the breeze and it escaped my mind that it was harmattan. The next thing was smoke going into the air, the fire was gradually starting on the farm and I got terrified that I ran away immediately. I was seeing the dried plants burning from my house and I became scared that someone saw me but no one did.
People came out trying to prevent the fire from spreading into another farm but it was too late. I told my sibling what happen and we both went out to hear what people were discussing.
The owner of the farm was practicing bush fallowing and that was the second year, I felt very bad but couldn't tell the truth because I was too scared. When mom got back, I didn't hesitate to tell and she scolded me but I still feel the guilt to date.
Aside from the usual childhood life, I enjoyed playing football and local drums, these two things made me happy and it is very funny how I did completely away from football but I still play musical instruments when I have the chance.
Whenever I am talking about helping others, I hope you can see where it is coming from. Lots of kids go through these things and it is so unfortunate that not all of them get to survive through the stage, we can help these kids get through the stage.
Wow! You had quite a childhood. I’m happy that the unripe fruit didn’t kill you though. Setting a fire is not great, but accidents happen all the time and you didn’t mean to do this.