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Childhood Memories

Childhood memories

I would define childhood as a never-ending vacation.   A weekend without a week following and playtime everlasting.

I still remember the red-letter days of my childhood.   My first date. My first kiss.   The things done to evade a hiding and avoid all serious conversations with parents.   I still remember the laxness of the holidays and the parrotry when near my childhood hero.

When playing outside I was always the one hiding, not the one searching.   My best friend and I were always the experienced hiders.   We had the best hiding places and spent our free time perfecting our tree houses and other bunkers built.   My friends and I were the neighborhood and could play hide and seek and Cops & Robbers for hours on end.

Some of the great memories in my childhood were sculpted during my time at pre-school.   I went to a pre-school called Phesantekraal outside Durbanville and I would call it the best pre-school in the world.   It is a farm school and we would spend our time on tractors, feeding lambs and just chasing the wind doing nothing in particular.

Further I would always remember my grandparents spoiling.   They would always arrive at our house with presents and sweets, all wrapped up and beautiful looking.   They would never give me mine if I don't sing to them!  

While you are a child one would always only remember the good theings in life.   Only later one would remember the bad.