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Reminiscing on My Childhood.

Peace is a high school- level educator and a writer that is dedicated to creating engaging contents for online platforms.

" I spent my childhood wishing I were older,  and now I spend my adulthood wishing  I were younger."--Ricky Schroder.

" I spent my childhood wishing I were older, and now I spend my adulthood wishing I were younger."--Ricky Schroder.

Childhood is a very memorable time in our lives. It is a time that has shaped us for the future and as much as we would want to hold onto our childhood, we keep growing and just have the memories to hold onto. A reminder of our happy days…Thank you, Brenda for this amazing prompt. It took me all the way back, and I look at it happily. I wanted to grow up quickly and I feel like time really went by so fast for me. And now, I wish I could go back in time. I should have enjoyed those times for as long as I could without worrying about growing up...Well, I did have a nice time but it wouldn't be a bad idea to have it one more time. lol.

Snippets from my childhood.

My childhood was a good one and I have beautiful memories of it... I like to talk and my most vivid memory which was my dad teaching me mathematics...I was about 9 and was getting ready for my entrance examination into secondary school and my dad would make me study at home after school hours and wouldn't let me play outside like I used to...he had taught me for a while and left me with math problems to solve before he's back. I looked through the window, watching my neighbors playing outside, I wanted so bad to be part of the game so I called on them to move closer to my window so I could join in the game... I left the sums unattended and I guess y'all know how that adventure ended for me. Lol.

I had an amazing father growing up.. he'd take me to the bookstore to shop for school supplies so I could pick the fancy pencil and eraser I wanted... he took me to school every morning and he'd indulge all my silly questions and take time to explain every single thing I didn't understand. My dad was always there for me and never missed any school event I participated in. My siblings and I got presents for everytime we did something good.

I read a lot today because my father had a library of books which I read. At 12, I had already read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. A lot of my life's principle is as a result of watching him, his struggles, his decisions, his sacrifices.

Although my mum wasn't always around, she was compassionate and sensitive. She was there for me as much as she could. I remember in 2007, my first year in secondary school, I was in a boarding school and I was 10 years old at the time. On the days my mom would call the school matron so she could talk to me, I would literally cry on the phone because I wanted to go home. After three months of being in school, it was finally time for the Christmas holidays. It was my mom who came to pick me, I ran and hugged her so tightly, I had missed my mother. The cold harmattan wind was on the move, but I felt so warm in her arms, never been so warm.

My parents have continued to guide and support me throughout my childhood into my teenage years and adulthood. I'm grateful for them. My heart is so full.

...I find comfort in thinking about my childhood. The memories are very dear to me.

Hide and seek game

Hide and seek game

Poem: My childhood memories.

I remember those early days on my little bed.

When the sun peeped at me through the wooden window.

When I bloomed in my infancy.

Without understanding the Society.

With nothing to worry about but getting new toys.

When sleep came so early.

I looked to my parents for everything.

For bedtime stories.

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About the greedy tortoise, the elephant and the ant.

New stories for every bedtime,

As I tumble off to sleep.

I remember the field walks with my siblings.

I wouldn't walk so far,

Without turning back to look at them.

To see a glimpse of their happy faces.

I followed them everywhere like a shadow.

I didn't want to lose out on any fun.

We played in our friends' houses.

Climbing the mango and orange trees.

We built mud houses and called it home.

I remember the school grounds.

My friends and I,

Chanting nursery rhymes,

With scattered crayons all around.

Waiting for the break time.

To play hide and seek,

War water games,

And roll on the grass.

With our voices echoing through the walls.

I remember spending all my money,

Buying bubble gums and speedy biscuits.

My absolute favorites.

And then wait for the closing bell.

So I could go home!

Teachers' scolding went away.

When the holidays came.

My face lights up, when the cloud is dark,

And it starts to rain,

A perfect time to play.

My face lights up when I see the rainbow,

Like it does now that I'm grown,

And shall be when I'm old and grey.

I'd always be in awe of nature's wonder.

Thinking back to all those,

If I lose this thrilling sense of wonder,

The magical memories,

Then there's no point to life.

But it's heartwarming to know that,

They'd be in my mind everywhere I go.

If I could go back in time...

I'd go back to a time where:

Chocolates abound

Hope to play is full

I innocence is true

L laughter is pure

Despair is rare

Holidays were filled with activities.

Obligation is unknown.

Oodles of toys were happiness.

Dancing in the rain is bliss

© 2021 Peace Tobe Dike


BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on May 22, 2021:

Here it is John...

I'm putting it back on feed

Peace Tobe Dike (author) from Delta State, Nigeria. on May 22, 2021:

Thank you too, Peggy for reading. I'm always happy to share with y'all.

Peace Tobe Dike (author) from Delta State, Nigeria. on May 22, 2021:

Pamela, It's good to know you like my poems. Thank you for stopping by and taking time to read. Highly appreciated.

Peace Tobe Dike (author) from Delta State, Nigeria. on May 22, 2021:

Hello, Brenda. Thank you for taking time to read and analyse my response, for paying attention to every detail. I'm humbled and thank you again for these weekly prompts. It's refreshing when I get to write about them. Blessings.

Peace Tobe Dike (author) from Delta State, Nigeria. on May 22, 2021:

Thank you very much, Vidya. I'm glad you enjoyed reading my poems.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on May 21, 2021:

Oh, the carefree days of childhood! Thank you for sharing some of the fun you had with us.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on May 21, 2021:

This is a wonderful response to Brenda's prompt, Peace. I love all of your poetry, and what you wrote about your parents. Your parents sound wonderful.

Misbah Sheikh from — This Existence Is Only an Illusion on May 21, 2021:

A wonderful response to Brenda's Prompt, Tobe. I enjoyed reading it. Childhood is the most precious time of our lives and is always worth remembering. Thanks for sharing this beautiful piece

Lots of Love

Blessings always

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on May 21, 2021:


I love your introduction on this one.

I'm happy this word prompt took you back to those wonderful days.

I sometimes wish I could go back too, but I really don't want to do my life all over again...maybe just change a few things.

Tobe I absolutely love your story about your childhood.

It sounds like you had a very supportive father as well as the kindness of your mother.

It is so touching and heartfelt. I can feel the joy in your heart.

I have never took part in boarding school, so I cannot imagine.

It must have been difficult to be away from family at such a young age.

Your poem, "My Childhood Memories" is beautiful.

You really dug down deep and remembered those beginning moments as someone read to you before bed.

Only care was new toys..playing with your friends.

The childhood games you used to play & how like any kid...spending that little bit of money on a treat.

Carrying a bit of the magic with you as an adult. Your face still lights up when you see a rainbow.

It's wonderful to keep those magic memories.

Great work!

Your poem, "If I Could Go Back in Time" really describes Childhood.

It is a great acrostic poem.

I would love that too...chocolate, laughter, no despair & no obligations.

I posted a link in the article.

VIDYA D SAGAR on May 21, 2021:

Beautiful poem Peace Tobe. It pulled at my heart strings. Childhood memories are precious, and we owe it to our parents for them. Thanks for sharing your wonderful childhood memories with us. I enjoyed reading both the poems. A great response to Brenda's word prompt.

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