Reminiscing about how my childhood was fills me up with emotions and memories forever engraved in me. Born in the twenty-first century to two black parents who made sure that life was the best. Growing up, playing with other children in the neighborhood and riding bicycles from one estate to another is what we enjoyed doing. Our parents would later whoop us for disappearing the whole day and failing to do school assignments.
During weekdays, walking to school on the weekdays on the busy noisy roads was fun as we got to school with dusty shoes. Watching television which produced non-colored pictures was an enjoyable thing to do. Travelling upcountry was highly anticipated because that is where the real party started. Dusty roads, fresh breeze that hit your face and soothing sound of rivers. Taking cows to a river while watching the sunrise was a good feeling.
Fetching firewood was exciting as we marvelled at the beauty of the rift valley. Grandma would always give us traditional herbal medicine to drink to boost the immune system. At night, a bonfire would be lit as we listened to stories from grandpa. Everything just seemed simple yet perfect. Childhood memories that will forever be remembered.