I've come to notice that there really isn't much of my childhood that I do remember, but luckily for me, there are key things that happened to me and probably shaped my life in one way or the other, that has just refused to leave my memory.
Many of those things, I've shared with you guys through the years, and yes I'd admit that some of them were personal sensitive stuff that has made me into the man I've grown to become, while some of them were just normal stuff.
Well today, I will be sharing with you a moment that I considered to be one of the lowest moments back in the day for I and my family, a moment I never really told anyone about, mainly due to the fact that I had forgotten about it, but also because it made me really sad when it happened.
You see, like I've said a billion times already, before we moved to a much more better environment, I and my family used to live in the ghetto and this wasn't because we were trying out some social experiment or something, it was because we were broke and getting a house in that environment was what my father could afford at the time and not starve us.
Because what mattered the most was that we had a roof over our heads and three square meals to eat. But then, things weren't always rosy, they were days where we had to manage and obviously not eat like kings.
Before I continue, I understand that I might be painting a very sad picture right now, but I'd like to put it out there that things weren't so bad. As a matter of fact, I didn't realize how much we were suffering until things turned around for us and we moved out of that environment. So it wasn't all that bad but it wasn't good either.
Anyways, I was a kid back then and as kids, stuff like cookies and sweets had always been a huge part of our childhood, unfortunately, that was something I wasn't getting as often as my friends were or as often as I wanted to...and I believed this was because the money were used for other important stuff, like real food.
Well, although I never complained about any of that (all thanks to my upbringing), they were days where I really wanted to have a cookie or biscuits, so I started to develop a nasty habit, I began to beg this particular friend of mine whose parents were always giving him money for those kind of stuff.
I remember how that habit had started and how hard it was for me because if they were two morals my dad made sure to instill in us from a very young age, it was not to lie and not to beg for food. But then I remembered convincing myself that if that friend of mine was the only person I was begging, it wouldn't really be considered begging.
So whenever I was with this friend and he goes to buy biscuits, I would beg him for some of it, and it continued like that for a while until this particular day where I had sat real close to my house, and had seen my friend at the store where they sold biscuits. I had seen him purchased one of my favourite biscuits back in the day, which was an oreo. And I remember watching him excitedly as he opened it up while also walking towards me.
But then the moment he saw me, he quickly changed his direction and I remember calling out to him and he had looked at me and told me that he had an errand to run and he would be right back.
Immediately, my happiness turned into sadness, and this wasn't for the reason you all might be thinking, but because I knew the real reason he had changed direction wasn't because he had an errand to run, but because he had seen me and didn't want me to beg him for some of his oreo.
Coming to that realization made me really sad because it shows just how much I had begged him, to the extent where he now felt the need to run away from me whenever he had biscuits with him.
After he got back from his "errand" I had asked him straight up if the reason he had diverted was because he felt I was going to beg him and he had said yes. That was the last time I begged anyone that wasn't family for anything edible.
And this wasn't because I was upset (I wasn't), it was because I felt ashamed of myself for letting things get that far and not control it.
That probably was one of my lowest moments as a kid.