MY CHILDHOOD DAYS. The beginning of my childhood days at the age of six years old remembering my growing days how difficult it was to survive under very difficult condition in poverty without having a proper parenting to give a start in education. Because of poverty we could not have a schooling to inherit my education, so I had to grow up with my grandparents. Living with them, I had to help do work like gardening, plant rice, cane and other hard works to survive. There was hardly any opportunity to play sports because there were no recreation facilities. We had to settle for just being poor and under poverty we learned to do lots of skilled work like carpentry and mechanical works. We also survived by selling in the market only on weekends. We worked for very little but we lived very happily with the small income. My grandparents and I had a good relationship and also everyone else in the family. I remembered that on Christmas we had to make our own toys because of poverty that out family could not afford to buy us toys but coming to our belly we had the world of food to eat. They use to make homemade cakes, bread, punches and many more local dishes.
Story By: Joseph H. Pragg Typist: Evangeline A. Frankie