My memory is a hazy one, I know but Those I remember are held dear to me, from the ones that come like flashes to the ones that come to put a smile on my face. Childhood had been the time when nothing mattered.
Running around full of energy, getting into trouble, and scheming ourselves out of it. It was fun all of it, leaving home and returning at night knowing full well that you'd be receiving a beating yet we still did it anyways.
Getting into an argument with your best friend and refusing to speak to each other afterward, we'd eye each other for days, telling each other that no one should step on anyone's shadows, there were times we'd tell each other to not be found moving around with the friends we made together.
Those days when we'd meet at a play and would be fed up with us not moving together like we used to and would call each other names and say "Will you go to the park?" then that would be all to get us back on talking terms.
Those days when I'd be late to school, yet still pass by my best friend's house knowing he would be late too so we go to school being latest together and receive a beating for it happily.
In school, we'd always be punished for talking in class, as if that wasn't enough, we wouldn't keep quiet afterward too... sigh... Life was like a happily ever after. Little did we know there would come a time we wouldn't see some of our friends not because of arguments like we always had but because of the use of something greater that gives and takes.
Those times when designer shoes were not even a part of our thoughts, the latest Rolex was never known to us, talk less about the need to have phones so we could be on the internet all day ignoring the whole and being slaves to its screen.
Life at that time was a happily ever after as I said before, I don't even the times I'd fell fall... But I do know that I was always forced to eat food, It's funny how I had to be forced to eat for my own benefit.
Growing up in Ghana has made me realize a lot such that whatever that's happening in adulthood is no surprise to me again. I was told to not talk much, never get angry, never steal, and never be the cause of someone's pain.
It isn't new to me that I'm a quiet person, I live a carefree life and don't bother much with worldly things, it's hard seeing me in arguments and I always make sure to not escalate issues. I help whoever with what I can, I'm a charitable person who respects all.
Growing up made me make friends I cherish till now, those times we'd go to the next class to pick our duster, the orange wars we had among our classes (orange wars was a game which involved throwing oranges at each other.
Those times when the prefects of the school would conduct a role call and we'd play a game of hide and seek with the teachers who were to punish the latecomers, I'd never go to school early so I always prepared to receive punishment (which I dodge of course) It came to a time when the teachers knew of me and my friends.
Those times when we'd dodge school and go to the game center for no reason at all, we just did it, was it for fun? to pass time? To escape punishment? These are questions I still ask myself today.
Me
It's no doubt that childhood memories mean to us, not just remembering but reminiscing and feeling them again.
