This archive report was first published on 24 July 2019.
As I reflect on my childhood, I am reminded of the countless hours spent outdoors, exploring the vast open spaces and learning to appreciate the beauty of nature. Growing up in the countryside was a unique experience that shaped me into the person I am today.
My childhood was filled with adventure and excitement. We lived off the land, relying on our own resources to survive. We planted crops, milked cows, and hunted for food. It was a far cry from the modern conveniences we enjoy today, but it was a simpler, more innocent time.
One of the most significant aspects of growing up in the countryside was the sense of community. Our neighbors were like family, and we would often visit each other's homes to share stories and meals. We would also borrow items from each other, like tea leaves, fire, or salt, which was a common practice in our village.
My father was a wealth of knowledge, sharing stories of his childhood and the struggles he faced. He had migrated from one county to another, worked at Tatu City, and even encountered the white man in 1927. His stories were a treasure trove of history and culture, and I was fascinated by them.
As I look back on my childhood, I realize that growing up as a hustler was not just about survival; it was about living life to the fullest. We made our own toys, played our own games, and created our own entertainment. It was a time of unbridled freedom, and I am grateful for the experiences I had.
As I wonder what stories the current generation will share with their grandchildren, I am reminded of the importance of preserving our history and culture. Growing up as a hustler may seem hard, but it was a nostalgic and fascinating experience that shaped me into the person I am today.
