They say that, as you get older, memories of your childhood become sweeter and more enticing than when they were actually taking place.
To be honest, scenes like this comprised a great deal
of my younger years and even then I knew the value of what I had. My earliest memories involve canoes and transporting ourselves and goods to our land and cabin before we had the road blasted in.
Once I remember a frisky breeze blowing my little white hat off my head and watching it sink into waters just the colours above, midnight blue on a bright sunny day. I was no more than 3 at the time. I don't remember if I cried, I loved being in such a craft on the water too much to have had tears for too long I am sure.
Once I remember a frisky breeze blowing my little white hat off my head and watching it sink into waters just the colours above, midnight blue on a bright sunny day. I was no more than 3 at the time. I don't remember if I cried, I loved being in such a craft on the water too much to have had tears for too long I am sure.
Now, so far away in both place and time, it still looks like
paradise. A paradise that I am forever grateful to my God for creating and to my father for providing. I know that I am who and what I am, with the ethics I have, are due to just such an upbringing.
Shukran, shukran, shukran Allah. (PBUH)
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