My Childhood Experiences

Hello, happy last day of the month, to you all. I hope you had a great day yesterday, and today, we've begun another day of struggle. I'm very sure that this week will be of great advantage to us.

I appreciate my maker, for his grace upon my life. I see his grace every blessed day. He's
always by my side to direct me on what to do.

I want to write about my childhood experiences. These are memories that I can't erase from my memory.

I kept recalling, how those days were, as compared to what I'm experiencing now.

When I was seven years old, I was very stubborn and rude to everyone. To me, it was a normal behavior because I saw other people doing it.

I didn't feel bad about my actions, and even if someone wanted to correct me, I would turn a deaf hear.

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A day didn't pass by without posting one problem or the other to my neighbors. That went on for so long, and I was unable to correct myself.

My parents tried so hard to cure me of my sickness because I was sick indeed. The way I behaved showed that I was not that normal.

Stubbornness, on the other hand, was the major problem I had, as of then. I never obeyed a simple instruction because I felt I'd arrived.

I was always beaten by my parents because they noticed I was not ready to obey them. Despite all the beatings I got from my parents, I didn't see any need to refrain from my wrongdoings.

One fateful day, my father decided to teach me a lesson. He didn't relate this to me. Had it been he given me a hint as to what he was about to do to me, I would have found a way to escape.

But, sadly enough, I was so ignorant about it. My father went out to buy pepper. He returned home safely, and I welcomed him as my father.

He was observing my bad behaviors closely. I went out to my friend's house to play, and while I was playing, a small girl stepped on my toes.

She apologized to me, but I was too fast to slap her on her chick. She cried bitterly, but, my dad was still observing me closely.

I left there for another compound to play. But, my dad warned me not to go there. I still went ahead and entered that compound.

When I returned home later, I was beaten up by my father. And, to worsen the situation, he put pepper in my eyes.

I shouted at the top of my voice, just to see if my mother would rescue me, but she didn't. I felt like fainting because I was unable to see.

That was when I realized what blind people were going through.

I continued crying for a while, but no one said anything to me. I slept off, along the process. So, when I woke up, I realized, the pepper was no more in my eyes.

I was forced to change, and that has helped me a lot.

Thank you for coming to my blog.

I remain @joyben.