Times Change

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It was just yesterday we were running around naked and without a care for anything in the world. I still remember the early morning wrestle with my mother over a bath, I was always fighting the losing battle. I used to take my breakfast very early in anticipation of a fruitful day. I would leave my house very earl and willingly but my parents always had to match me back home at night. My day would usually start very early with my first visit to my friends' houses. My friends after going through the same ordeal with their mothers would match out to join the ring leader in adventure. With no plan whatsoever, we start the day.

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Depending on the mood of the morning, we decide where our adventure starts. Hunting was always favorite for the mornings because we leave our homes fully equipped and strapped for each adventure. Going hunting would spell doom for birds and bats because we would sweep through the whole area and no tree would be left unchecked. With our catapults, we would chase all the birds and bats out of the area. Our aim was very poor, so we hardly got any kills but that never discourage us from going hunting. After running around in the name of hunting for birds, we would become tired and thirsty. As the sun comes up, we would retire to a place very cool and shady to escape the scorching sun. This dormant period was usually characterized by such as oware, card shuffling and others just to pass time and regain lost energies.

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As the sun begins to set, we step out of our crevices to get the second phase of our day started. Football was always favorite for this time of the day though we never own a ball. The gang would match to the park with hopes that we would meet another gang with a ball from a different are so we play a match. Both teams would come up with their lineups for the football match and we kick off. We would run around the field falling here and there until the starts coming upon us. We rarely won football matches. So we always went home defeat, dirty and thirsty. We would get bruised most of the time but we never failed to grace the park with our presence.

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You would think that after embarking on such exhaustive ventures we would crawl right into our beds, but there was always this last activity that we would not miss for anything in the world, story time. We would gather around a lantern to stories ranging from jokes to heart throbbing stories. My mother would then call out to me and that would mark the end of my day and I can only anticipate the next day. We enjoyed the the days gone by wile they lasted. I wish I could relive those happy days.

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Now here I am, an adult compelled by standards to take a bath by myself in the morning and to make difficult decisions in life. The bonds built with my childhood friends were forcefully severed because life would not give us the chance to enjoy the company once more. Adulthood is so stressful and exhausting. I wish I could go back to the care-free days, the days of adventure and fun.

@basheeruaziz, @pandev, @sixthson and @farhmade don't you miss those days?

All in all we keep pushing forward because that is just the flow of life