Is childhood a piece of heaven?

Hello again. As I said in my first post, today will be about childhood.Being one of the most important period of our life, childhood is the main point in helping us to develop as human beings.Is the stage when you discover games, friends and learn how to take care of yourself. But what happens when you discover that childhood is not great for everyone? When you realise that not having the toy or the gadget you wanted is nothing compared to a kid who has nothing to eat or play with? This post is about this: the good and the bad of childhood.

I was born in 92 , in a small city, without having any brothers or sisters. Being the first niece of the family, I was raised as a spoiled child.  My parents and grandparents were buying me everything I wanted (based on their possibilities) and made sure I was OK all the time. I had the privilege of being part of the last generation who had real childhood, with no gadgets like tablets, Iphones or anything like that. Nope. My childhood meant going out in the morning and coming home in the night. Lots of games, excursions, and laughs. Running in the rain,climbing the trees, hiding everywhere and looking for new things to learn. Pure happiness. I was having 2 teams: one younger than me( I was the leader) and one older (I was the youngest and everyone protected me). Both teams had some of the most fantastic people I’ve met in my entire life. They were funny, caring and we were there for each other all the time. We were going in house just to eat. Afterwards back to play, discover the world and make memories. The worst part was when our parents were calling us. As during the holidays I was staying mainly with my grandparents as there were my friends,my grandfather was always threatening me that if I don’t go in , he will call my parents ( that was the sign that he had enough and I really had to go back in ). There were neighbors hating us as we were way too loud and were running everywhere and disturbing them. I remember that once, because of the old ladies complained with our parents because she couldn’t stay on the bench outside and chat with her friends due to us, the guys from the old team stole it and hanged it out on a tree.

However, as the time was passing we were starting to understand things: that life is not only pink and not everyone has the chance to be raised in a loving family. Being a spoiled kid was also a negative thing because I was starting to think that I deserved everything and everyone was supposed to take care of my needs and fulfill my requests. Up to a point. Every summer holiday I was going at least one month ( there were 3 months of summer holidays) to see my aunt and her family. She is living in a small village and working in a kindergarten. It was 2004 when I had one of the biggest wake up calls of my life and the moment when I stopped to think only of myself and make other kids feel bad because they didn’t have what I was having. One morning, my aunt told me to go and help her with the kids. She was having  kids aged between 5-6. What could have gone wrong? Everything. I entered the class and there were 7 kids already. I started to play with them. They looked dirty.. 😦 I tried to be as nice and friendly as possible and started to teach them games. When the lunch break came, I realised that there were kids with no food. Their parents didn’t give them anything to eat. I was having a pack of cookies and sandwiches made by my aunt. That moment was the first time I understood life was not fair. They were kids. I was a kid. But they were suffering and I was happy.  No clean clothes, no hygiene and no food…. Welcome to the real world. I gave them my food and saw a smile on their face. The saddest thing was that one of them asked what was that black thing in the cookies? It was chocolate… When I came back home, to my friends, I learned to appreciate everything I had at its real value, been closer to the people who weren’t as lucky as I was and gave more to those who didn’t have.

Nowadays, I see many kids addicted to gadgets with no real childhood. I don’t see kids playing outside anymore, no more laughs or jokes, no more hide & seek players or games creators. The times changed, people changed, but the question stays. Where is the childhood? Why do we choose to put the childhood in an Ipad than making lifetime memories? Where are the parents cursing around that kids are staying too much outside and the kids creating friendships?

In the end, I can say that I have been blessed to have an amazing childhood with lots of memories. What about you? Was childhood a piece of heaven for you?

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yannys05

Hello and welcome to my blog. Who I am? I am a hospitality professional , who adores to travel whenever possible. Love to volunteer to help children in need and animals. You will discover more through my posts. What is this blog about? About life, experiences and lessons. It's about how choices and people can change your life and how travelling can define you as a person.

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