When I look at this picture, I see a reflection of my innocent childhood. Those lovely, pure times when we just wanted to be happy and life was without any worries. Joy came naturally in those times. The small things, like friendship, laughter, food and play, were what gave it life.
I recall Seyi and Blessing, the kids of my neighbors. During those rainy weekends and school breaks, we couldn't be separated. As soon as the first drops hit the ground, we would rush outside and laugh and shout while getting thoroughly soaked by the rain. We would carelessly splash our feet through puddles while we sang nursery rhymes at the top of our lungs.
Our favorite part was when we made colorful paper boats, folding each one with enthusiasm and creativity. They would race along the river when we put them on the streams that were forming by the rain, at the water way in our compound. It was always our goal to see which boat arrived first or how long it lasted before sinking. And each time, it seemed like the world's most significant race.
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Those were pure and memorable moments. They came from an earlier time period when people lived more slowly, safely, and with real connection. Many kids today could never experience the same magic, the delight of rain, the laughter with friends..
Those days come only once, and when they go, they remain as tender memories and echoes of innocence that time can never erase.
