04/10/2025
The Child I Was
I didn’t grow up with everything I wanted, but I had enough to survive. My childhood wasn’t made of shiny toys or big houses, it was made of dust on my feet, laughter in the air, and the kind of hunger that teaches you early what it means to endure.
I still remember walking barefoot, not because it was fashionable, but because there were no shoes. The ground was hot, sometimes muddy, sometimes filled with stones that tested my courage with every step. But I walked anyway. A child doesn’t stop to complain ,he just moves forward.
There were days when food was a question mark, when I would sleep with the sound of my stomach louder than the silence of the night. Yet, in those moments, I learned something priceless; gratitude. If I had one meal, it was a feast. If I had two, I was rich.
But don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all struggle. There was joy too. The kind of joy that comes from simple things: chasing after friends in the evening breeze, drawing lines in the sand with sticks, and dreaming bigger than the world around me.
Looking back now, I realize that those early days shaped the adult I have become. They gave me resilience, humility, and the fire to never give up.
This is where my journey begins. The child I was is still inside me, whispering, reminding me never to forget where I started.
To be continued.....
📖📖Tell me, what’s the strongest memory you carry from your own childhood?
