An entry in the Rivers Prize for
Writing on Peace & Harmony
THE sun is shining now and all I want to do is indulge in my sweet childhood memories.
The world outside my parent’s garden in 6 Mile made no sense to me back then. I was too busy unraveling the mysteries that awaited my curious mind.
When I was not building my cubby house in the garden or constructing a tree house I was playing a game of marble or backyard cricket with my friends.
In the afternoon we would get excited as everyone including the older boys joined in the fun.
Unwrapping caterpillars coiled up in banana leaves was my favourite activity in my parent’s garden. I could spend the whole day looking for them and often left behind a mess that drew disgust and a stern warning from my parents.