Childhood memories leave me in some sort of nostalgia. I mean, as a child I was so free from consience and I could do anything as long as mama wasn't around to administer her 'kiboko' on my doughnut b*tts. Apparently, the cane is what I happened to fear most. No, you will be quoting me wrong if you conclude that I detested my mum, Infact she was the person i cherished most (and I still do). I was only afraid of her stick, NOT her, so when I was in her presence I ensured I avoided whatever would provoke her; like playing in the mud, not comming home 4 lunch , going to the river unacompanied by an adult (this was the toughest rule to obey and I got beaten so many times but I never stopped), eating ice, etc... Growin up is so bad. The more you grow up the heavier the budden you have to handle. Too much studying, No more swimming necked in the river, no more walking barefoot, no more spendin the whole day in a friends house; not for the fear of mum's rod bt for consience's sake. Personally I hate growing up. U?