Holiday seasons are always interesting and fun, and that's one of the reasons why they hold so many pleasant memories from our past experiences. I've got some great memories of the holiday season that I could possibly pick from, but since I've never written about the fondest here before, that means I'll have to share another of such fond holiday memories.
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Most of my fondest memories are mostly centered around my childhood and teenage years. I guess as I grew up, I never really liked the hype of the holiday season like I used to when I was still very young, so with that in mind, let me take you through my fondest memories of the holiday season.
I think I was probably still around the ages of 10 and 12 when we paid a visit to our village to celebrate the holiday season. It was the first time I was visiting the village, then I stayed with my grandparents, who reside in Lagos State, and they said it's about time I got to know our village, our people, and our traditions, so I'll be acquainted with it.
So after packing our bags, we went to the Moto Park and boarded a bus heading to our village. After several hours of traveling, we finally arrived there, and our relatives were super happy to see us. Despite being there for the first time, I quickly clicked with my peers there, and before you know it, we were already running around and climbing trees to plunk fruit.
This was where my holiday season started getting interesting and exciting because those fruits we took from the trees are free of charge; no matter how many you plunk, you won't pay a dime, which is different from the Lagos lifestyle, where you pay a huge amount for a few pieces of different fruits.
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One other notable reason why I see this holiday season as exciting, and one of my fondest, was because of the knowledge I acquired while we were there. During this holiday at the village, I got to know the origin of our people, most of our traditions I know today, and our rich history.
Visiting the farm was also my first time being in a very big farm space. Although my grandparents had a garden back in Lagos, it's very small compared to what I'm seeing here. I was able to see different farm tools I didn't know before, and I also learned about how some crops are planted and how they're processed into the final stages.
Some of the food production I learned was how garri was made. I used to think Garri was plunk on the tree by spreading nylon on the ground and shaking the tree before seeing how it's processed in my present. It was also during this visit in the holiday period that I got to know how palm oil is being made from a to z. Although I've forgotten most of those now, I remember the visit and the knowledge I acquired that helped my academic performance in subjects like agriculture and some related subjects.
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I love this experience, and I can't forget it in a hurry because some of those things I learned at that tender age are what I now integrate into my farm to help me have a bountiful harvest and to preserve my small garden crops from pests and the like.
It's funny how, despite the fact that I wasn't happy when I was told we'd be having the holiday in the village, I now ended up loving the village lifestyle to the point where I would have preferred not to go back to Lagos, although it's not mostly down to the knowledge I acquire alone but also the freedom of movement I had, which wasn't the case in Lagos, and that is also alongside the big share of food I'm served and the time we want to eat.
That's about all of my fondest holiday memories. I hope you enjoyed the read. Thanks so much for your time. Have a wonderful day ahead.