Growing up wasn’t all that memorable for me. I’d say we grew up, in a way, without both parents. I’d say the foundation is the most important part of a child’s life, because they’re still small, naive, harmless, and the happiest souls in the world. You might think they don’t notice or know what’s going on around them, but they actually do.
We were born in Italy, and as we grew older, we discovered that our mother had given birth to us in Italy, my twin sister and I, but for some reason she’d been arrested when we weren’t even a year old. That’s how we met Carla, a completely different person; we weren’t related in any way. I don’t know why she was so kind; she welcomed us into her home, two little Nigerian children with different personalities than her own. When I say children are naive, I mean they’re so innocent and trusting that, when you do something to them or for them, they can cherish many memories, just like the first day of school. Even as they grow older, they still have a small memory of that day. I wouldn’t say I have many memories of my time in Italy, but there are still some happy moments I can’t forget. I remember the first time I rode my bike, and I remember it was green, and I was excited. I also remember the first time we went swimming at the beach; there were so many people and it was a very sunny day. I also remember when we went hiking in the mountains; there were other people, adults and children, who were also hiking, and the adults were prepared; some were wearing large backpacks and holding trekking poles. I also remember when we celebrated our birthday; I don’t remember exactly which one it was, but it was a wonderful day. I remember there were more than two cakes on the table, and there were other children and only a few parents around. You could tell everyone was having a blast because there were so many smiling faces. I also remember when we went snow skating, I think during an Olympic event, because there were some professionals competing. There’s much more to say, but these are just glimpses of happy memories; there’s not much to explain, they’re just happy moments.

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