Being a child is like being in heaven, everything is magical
and pleasant. It is like living in a dream, where all the possibilities were
much easier and where happiness only matter. Everybody has childhood memories
and among them some are much more enjoyable and special.
It was a day of Christmas in two thousand and three. I
remember, being a seven year old child, an only child. But I never felt the
loneliness as we lived in a family yard, I had a bunch of companion to play
with, cousins, uncle, aunt, we were all of the same age, maybe two years of
difference but that doesn’t matter. As usual I woke up to play with my mates,
but this day was a special one, it was Christmas. All the family was present in
the yard, sharing their gifts and vows. Mum’s uncle gave me a puppy, a German
shepherd, it was my first dog. I was delighted; it’s always a rapture to get
your first pet, I felt like a mommy having her first kid. I was excited to take
care of it. I name it Bucky. I spent all the day with him, playing and
cuddling. Everyone gave me a present on
that day, I was a spoiled kid but the best gift was Bucky. It was a good day.
The second memories will be a day when my defunct
great-grandmother made ‘Roti’. All the children were present in her house to
help. I was the type of child present wherever there is food. We didn’t even know
how to make them. So we were all here, trying to perform the exact movement of
grandma, everyone had a piece of dough and rolling them on the table, I used
household toy to cook like grandma. She though us the steps but we never
followed the instructions, so we end up with flour all over our clothes. It was
really funny how grandma could become angry at some time; she didn’t even want
us in her house to finish the job. Her house was completely dirty, flour and
oil was poured all over the table, and the ground was covered with a white layer
of flour. She screamed in a way that we have to escape before we get scolded. We were afraid but in the same time twisted of
laugh.
I remember my two cousins spent their holidays at
great-grand mother’s place. I was delighted; we were bored on that day. So we
decided to play a game where my cousin who is seven year older than me, to
dress up likes a girl and walked into the street. He accepted the challenge; my
other cousin and I, put some make up on him, a dress from grandma’s dressing, a
wig that my father use to put when he imitated Michael Jackson and finally the
new pair of shoes of my cousins. He was ready. His name was Monette. We went in
the street; at these hours we thought that the neighborhood will be deserted,
we got it wrong. But it was a challenge so he made it. He walked in the street
dress like a girl, but it’s not the appropriate word, he rather looked like a transvestite.
The entire neighborhood died of laugh when they see him. This was incredible;
everyone took a picture with him. He must be beholden that Facebook doesn’t exist
at this time.
I think that the best part of my life was during my
childhood. Why? Because everything that a child need is happiness and my family
has brought me all the happiness that I needed. They thought me that welfare
can be the greatest wealth that a human can own and I can say that I was the
richest kid ever.
Nelle
