Contest - My Childhood!!! [Season 2]

in hive-153970 •  4 months ago 

Greetings, everyone. How are you guys doing today? I'm also doing great, and I am here to engage in this interesting contest that was organised by @shiftitamanna in Steem for BETTERLIFE community titled My Childhood and we all knows it's about the life we experience during when we were small at the tender age.
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DID YOU ENJOY YOUR CHILDHOOD?

Of cause, yes, I enjoyed my childhood so much, and i experienced a lot of things, both good and bad. Things were moving well, and our parents helped to educate us on several things that we needed to know, which may help us to be hardworking in the future. Them thought us how to farm, how to love your brothers, and direct our focus to know christ . I and my spilling eat together on the same plate, and it's now that i understand the meaning . It's not that we don't have enough plates, but it's the sign of drawing and uniting the children together. Talking about directing our focus to christ , my parents were worshipping in roman Catholic, so they directed our focus to all the activities in church. Activities like catechism classes, serving masses of which I really enjoyed the whole thing.

WHAT IS THE FIRST CHILDHOOD MEMORY?

My first childhood memories, which i can never forget . They was a time I just finished eating with my mum, and my senior brother was in the kitchen playing with fire. He put a knife on the fire so when the knife gets hot, he will use it and be melting some plastic. know one sent him this message it is just child play. So after i finished eating together with my mum, I said, "Let me go and keep the plate in the kitchen along that process. i saw my brother playing with the knife that he put on fire, and i just stood watching him he now asked me to bring my shirt up, and i stupidly did as he said. Before, i realised he touched my stomach with that hot knife. My skin peeled off, and i shouted my mum came out and saw it she first poured cold water on me. Before she started to beat my brother and she was saying to him, "Do you want to kill your brother she could him wicked boy. But when this incident happened, he was so weak and equally carrying along side with me. Now that I'm mature, i flash back to that very memory, and i discovered it wasn't wickedness or hatred. It was the childish mentally that was too low, and even I saw when this knife was in fire, and i still raced my shirt up for him to place the knife. My advice is to make sure you monitor your children very well because their level of thinking is very low.

DID YOU HAVE A LOT OF FRIENDS WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG?
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I have too many friends that we play football together, out of all my friends some have a bad attitude of which our friendship ends in the football field. So my parents always tell me the type of friends that i supposed to be mingling with and those one used to be respectful to their parents and they are hardworking. So always direct your children to the kind of friends they should be mingling around with.

DO YOU THINK IT IS BETTER FOR CHILDREN TO GROW UP IN CITIES OR VILLAGES?

In my opinion, growing up in the village can help them to grab their fathers' language very fast, but when they are in city, they we find it hard for them to learn. Children that grow up in the village they are always stronger than the one in the city, and they will learn different things. How to be hardworking because to succeed in life, you have to work for it but dose one in the city's we always depends on their parents to provide even when they are matured enough. I'm noʻt saying it's not good for children to grow up in the city but it's better for children to grow up in the village than in the city.

     Thank you for visiting my post 🤝 

I'm inviting my dear friends to engage in this interesting contest .
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