Childhood Friends and Memories That Last a Lifetime

2 months ago

It is another day to be here, I welcome you all to my blog, I joined @treasuree on this 30-day writing challenge, and the topic for day 3 is
A place that holds sentimental value

A place of sentimental value can be a physical location that evokes emotions, memories, and personal connections. It could be a childhood home, a favorite park, a beach where a special moment occurred, or even a small café where a loved one was first met

Today I choose to write about my childhood memory, like an adage that says twenty children can never play for twenty years, I believe this adage while growing up and everyone started to depart one after the other just in search of a better future.

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I met these lovely souls when I was in primary school and we became friends because our parents were friends as well, our parents worked in the same place so this eventually made the four of us the best of friends, we graduated from primary school then proceeded to the same secondary school which is a boarding school, our bond was out of this world because I do not know the word to use in describing it.

Also, I grew up in a home where love is our foundation, we grew up in love and peace, so this love was transferred to my friends from my family, we shared everything and they are like my guarding angels, we shared different memories that are very difficult to forget, I developed an interest in drawing through one of my friends and also how to read while I was young through them, we were always in competition to read and how to top the class while in school.

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Creating childhood memories with some set of people is a great joy for me, is it the way we always escort each other or the way we run errands for our parents and also play on the road? I remember a time when my mother sent me to my friend's house and she told me to come back quickly because we had an evening program in our church, I was on my way with my friend when I saw a girl who had offended me some weeks past, we beat this girl and we ran away and pretended as if nothing happened, later in the day the parents of the girl came to our house to report the matter to my father and my father took me and the girl to my friend's house, we punished that day but we received it with joy because it was a group punishment not individual.

I had fun with friends while growing up a lot, we were four in number and inseparable ones, no one could dare say negative words about us and not receive the beating of his or her life, the way we love each other still baffles me to date, the joy of serving punishment together and the way we are always happy even when things go sour for us.

I wish I could bring back old memories and start from there, but everyone started leaving when we finished secondary school and each memory started to fade as we moved toward adulthood, we gained admission and we started having new sets of friends but the memories we created still make a way.

I cherished all my friends who made this memory worth the time, the punishment, and the happy moments, we are still cool but the friendship isn't the way it was again because two of them are married and out of the country so we only talk once in a while not every time but I am happy because everyone is doing fine for themselves and the time spent together wasn't a wasted one.

This is my entry for the day 3 of this challenge.