And then one day, everything stopped. We felt too mature to indulge in such childishness. Adulthood slowly began to toughen the carapace of our tenderness. We were estranged from each other too as a new variation in location dawned. I relocated to Ibadan alongside my parents.
I have a treasure trove of memories from my joyful childhood days. Unlike some who bitterly recount painful experiences, particularly from childhood abuses, my story is different.
