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My Growing Up

Title: My growing up (episode one) I was born to a native parents I guess my mum was a woman of substance Papa is so good I can't write too much about myself at the ages before I turned ten I can still remember my great-grand-mother playing a double role She was my mama and also my papa We lived in two stairs board house in a small village The ground floor have one room,a kitchen, two verandas. I can't still remember the store(stair case) at the right side of the ground floor I used to hang over the store window to look at what was happening to my neighbors The top floor have one big space we used to call 'PALA' There were about twelve twisted and damaged steps from the ground floor to the top floor I enjoyed running up and down the stairs as a little stubborn boy Uncle Muctarru was gallant and will beat any man that crossed his path He was fun of dogs He used to keep dogs as pet We had over ten dogs, making us the family with the highest number of dogs in the village I can still remember when uncle used to order his dogs to do things like humans Young Michael was stubborn He will keep granny shouting his name all day long I grew up with the mentality of girls being the one to stay home while boys go out to play My sister was always at home doing all the odds while I spend half of my days in friends verandas playing 'Stopper' or spend my time in the beach or bush setting traps for birds Granny latie will shout my name all day long Due to me being premature while in the village, let me take you through half way of my school days The name of my school is: Rural Educational Community School I started my primary education there till class five I wasn't too bright in class but will always make it to the next level I can still remember when I was asked to repeat a class due to my bad hand writing.............

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