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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Childhood (09/03/09)

TITLE: Childhood (ii)
By Enoch Kwame Tham-Agyekum
09/09/09


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Memories of Childhood

Unforgotten years of childish and childlike thoughts and actions; these were probably the best seasons of my lives. It felt good to be a child. Oh! How I wished I am still a child. Did I think when I was a child? No, I will leap before I look. Thoughts were pure, ideas were sacred and attitudes were uncontaminated. Any place seemed to me the right place. There were no thoughts of good and evil. I always thought my parents were the best in the world. How funny! But was it true?
This is the time I learnt things without analysing their content. I was not taught things consciously but I got interested in things that involved pictures, sounds and actions.
I was the most vulnerable at this time but I feared no fire until I was scotched by it. I feared no water until I experienced a little drowning. I feared no pits until I fell into one.
Who really understood me? I couldn’t express my thoughts clearly. I made sounds without words. When adults spook, I hardly understood them. When I cried, people always thought I needed food. When I smiled, they thought I was in a happy mood. Who could tell what was in my mind? When I acted beyond my age, my Ghanaians around me said, ‘this is a resurrected ancestor’. A white man staying in our neighbourhood would say, ‘this is a talented child’.
How could I finish without talking about my mother? The love received from her was the most cherished. I can easily ‘pee’ on my mum’s lap but not on daddy. My midnight cries were disturbing but mum took them in good faith.
Oh! How happy I was, driven by passion to see from the side of potential, purpose and possibilities, Childhood memories! Unforgotten and Imaginative.


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Yvonne Blake 09/14/09
What good insights into childhood! Keep writing.
Sara Harricharan 09/16/09
Great last lines! Thanks for sharing!