Moms telling me about my little nephew got me thinking about how a kid i was or still am. I remember how I always got lost in Khomasdal alone exploring the rivers, just to see new things, danger spots to look out for.
For a year I missed school just to explore with a friend that did not go to a school. Finding interesting things at that time ranging from electronics to old furniture and trying to figure out where to go next and,
I must say at that time it was safe for any kid to do that without the fear for danger.
Street football was the afternoon sports for the hood kids.
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