Good day everyone!
It’s been sunny for the past weeks now, but we still have to experience some cold weather during the early part of the day and the late time of the day too.
I had to wrap myself up with my blanket on my bed letting out my hands and face alone while typing this article. Maybe I should try getting a hot cup of tea after completing the write-up.
I have stumbled over some articles on the platform with the content from authors writing about their childhood days. So I decided to take that for today…
Most times I remember my childhood days, I remember the fun times we had together, the rough times, and even the scary moments. I would be sharing some with you all
Memories fade when it becomes something of the past, but most times we get a better image of them when we see things similar to what had happened in the past or maybe we were reminded of an incident that happened and how it happened then a perfect picture of the scenario comes to our view.
Not only in childhood do we get memories. The everyday breaths we take in life stand as a memory. Because our words and actions of today might not be similar to that of tomorrow or might not even occur again in a lifetime.
So it has been said to cherish memories and old times. One thing I appreciate about memories is the presence of photographers. Hehehehe.
They played a great role in bringing back old times. Right from photography to cassette and tapes, to video CDs and DVDs, then to the recent trends of social media.
I am sure I saw most of my pictures when I was little but I can’t say how everything got destroyed. Little did we know back then that all of those pictures would become something we would cherish to see so much in the future. We played with them back then, some got lost, some got destroyed with water and got washed away, some were taken away by visitors. It was a pain we knew nothing back then 😂😢
Some years ago after we grew up a little, we went to visit one of our aunts for her birthday. She was so happy to see us again after a very long time. The celebration was a great one and we all had a nice time with her. Then my brother saw a picture frame where she had attached some other few pictures to them, he went closer to take a look at those pictures then he called me so quick to come and check on something.
On getting there, I was surprised to have seen the picture hanging on her picture frame. I laughed so hard to the extent that she felt something was happening, she came out to us and saw that we were staring at a particular picture. The picture was of my graduation party at elementary school when my brother and my younger sister took a capture with me.
We were wondering how come she had a copy of it without even attending the graduation party then. Then we realized she picked it during those days. We never knew the value of those pictures and kept them safe for us. My elder brother got an android device with him then, he took a perfect capture of it and decided to save it online.
My childhood days; Flashback to old times
Gone are the days; when we enjoyed cookies, sweets, and biscuits.
My parents are not so rich but I appreciate them for always satisfying us. One thing I love about my dad is that he would always buy something for us when coming home, but this doesn’t happen all day. There are times he would have to give us money to go and buy any biscuit of our choice. I prefer that option the most but it doesn’t happen most times.
The reason behind us appreciating going to get our choice is that the one's dad would buy when coming home would have more quantity than the ones we would get ourselves but he buys the ones with less sugar content. If I could remember the name of the biscuit he does buy then, maybe “rich tea and cabin family biscuit” we would get a bigger share from it but the fact that it’s not our tastes won’t make us want to take them.
Those we would have to buy from the retailer's kiosk are more of sugar and at times I would love the ones with glucose (butter as I do call it then) in between them. I forgot some of their names but I could remember “chic choc, digestive, speedy, coconut, Okin and one kind of hard biscuit ( it have no sugar but the fact that I would have to use all the strength from my teeth to break the biscuit is the fun we derive from it).
Come to talk about taking sweets, my favorite sweet was “Eclairs”, I don’t know why I love to take it and I still take it till date.
Gone are the days; when we play so rough and get scared so easy
I remembered a day when we were playing the hide and seek game, so it was my brother's turn to be the seeker then we went into hiding. My sister would always be the first to be caught because she wouldn't want to risk herself going to hide somewhere far away. But I would want to prove to my brother that I can hide better.
Then I went outside the entire building from where my brother and sister are. There was an uncompleted building in the same fence right In front of our house. Then I decided to hide there by jumping through the window. On getting to jump through the window there was a rope tied against the wall beneath the window level, the next thing was to find my neck and body hanging on the rope instead of landing on the floor. By the time I would land I landed with my knee and elbow on the cemented floor.
I couldn’t cry out loud because I never wanted my brother to know where I was, but when the pain got more than I expected I shouted and cried. Then my brother came to my rescue. It was a terrible experience. We wished we would find a way out before Mum and dad got home so they wouldn't know anything happened. But our plan failed and my younger sister was the first to report what happened. We got scolded and were warned never to play so rough again.
Conclusion
The past would always happen to be the past, the more we grow the more we get exposed. There are some things we would do with joy while we were younger and couldn’t even dare to try them now. And the present day we are currently on, would surely become a memory to us some days in the future.
Am sorry I could just give two of my childhood memories in this article. If I were to continue writing about my childhood days and memories, maybe I would have to write an epistle. Gone are the days, sometimes I would think and remember those times then tears would drop from my eyes.
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That photo of you and your siblings is so pureeee. You should try to remake it ☺. I wish I could turn back time and cherish every moment I had as a child. Thank you for sharing this though ❤