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Let's go back in time to when we were much younger but didn't know better. Tell us about certain things that you did back then—things you'd consider unwise, childish, inexplicable, or even brave—that would make you laugh, cringe, feel proud, or want to change something about them.
Hello beautiful people of Hive-Naija, happy new year once again, and happy weekend to you all. I am glad to be a part of the community and be here today.
I have been meaning to write about this prompt, but my busy schedules especially school runs as our exams are around the corner and other stuff have hindered me from being active here and engaging in this prompt but thank God I have the time now.
If there is any phase of my life I would wish to return to and spend a lot of time would be my childhood years. It was one of the most beautiful and amazing phases of my life and I would not want to trade those years for anything or change anything about it.
My childhood was memorable, from the kind of play to the movies, the games, the freedom, and many more things I experienced as a child, all I can say now is that "adulthood na scam" because it heaps on someone so much responsibility and leaves little or no time for play, except you create that time for yourself and know how to manage yourself.
Although I was a very hyperactive and wild kind of kid and today, the evidence of being a wild kid is still showing all over my body. Don't blame me, that is the beauty of being a military child and living in the barracks.
Gone are the days were kids were allowed and left to play and act like kids their age, that is why I can not trade my childhood years for anything because it is a reminder that as a kid I was left to have fun my age, so I should be conscious of doing same to my own.
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I played more with the young boys in the area and never had any kid that was a girl as a friend, so you can imagine what it looked like for a girl constantly found amid boys and played every type of play guys played. They were rough in their choice of play, I didn't care and they did not care because I was a girl too.
My body can be taken as a map of Africa as a result of my wildness and the funny thing is although I get the look of "Why is your body filled with so many wound marks" but the truth is I don't care about how rough my body looks as a result those days, that was what I enjoyed doing and I didn't mind the outcome.
My parents especially my mom at first weren't in support of me being around the boys, not because they thought negatively but because they felt a girl child is supposed to be playing with girls her age and not found among boys.
Because of how rough they played and the injury I always came back home with but at a point, they got tired of talking and allowed me to play with whichever gender I chose to play with but at my own peril, whenever I had an injury as a result of our rough play, I would sort myself out by myself.
Well, I knew they said that to make me stop playing with boys but that didn't stop me and anytime I winced whenever they bathed me because they mistakenly touched my wounds, my mom didn't care but as a Daddy's pet that I was, my father made sure to treat my wound but not without scolding me to stop playing rough play but that never happened until my dad packed out of the barracks for my sake that was when my rough play kind if minimized.
This is my entry to Hive Naija Weekly Prompts || Edition 28