In the countryside where I live, about 25 years ago is an extremely poor country. Most people live on agriculture. They look rice and vegetables for use in the home. They raise pigs for more money for living expenses. But agriculture with small scale, plant varieties with low productivity, cultivation conditions have greatly limited. People only use the tools of labor with rudimentary tools like in ancient times, when man invented iron tools. So labor productivity is not high. Nearly every family had eaten potatoes, cassava, maize and rice to fully saturated. The unusual weather year, the number of agricultural revenue reduction. So almost rural families always suffer from hunger. To the food is poor and difficult like. Clothes to wear, it's quite limited. These poor kids in my neighborhood often wear the clothes curly as oven worry. No one could identify the original color of the fabrics that we are wearing. It all turns into a brownish color, old and dirty. Some also point to places torn looked pitiful.
I grew up among poor children there. Compared with the kids on the neighbors, my family seems to get better too. Although I was an orphan, had barely announced since birth. My mother worked alone to feed my 4 sisters to school. But my mother is a talented woman. My mother has worked as a teacher, has worked as drug trade. So my family to eat rice also. My family gardens quite wide, thus providing partial vegetables and fruit for the whole family. My cousins quite wealthy. So they sent for my family or those old clothes to wear. Should we not look sisters torn and dirty as the other children. However, this makes me very self-deprecating and inferiority with friends. I'd rather wear old clothes are dirty but still more my! Still life of our material is very difficult. But the spiritual life of our extremely rich. The game with the shells and rubber ropes are always made us laugh out loud. The game with the small bamboo sticks and new grapefruit makes our loss very happy. Like all the children in the world are girls. We are very fond of dolls. But we know for sure that my parents would never have enough money to buy us these beautiful dolls. So we never demand it. We have reinvented the dolls are made from rags, paper, wood sticks. Despite the ugly doll that looks weird, but we love it with all my heart. These toys are made from leaves, vines also made us feel very interesting. The boy then created the game from the tree. They're self-made firearms with fruit fish stock made with small bamboo tube. Or a gyroscope were shaped by the branches. We also do things from rubberband gun birds and trees. The game is simply confirmed only by the stem segments are chopped sienna bar about 10 cm. A longer segment length of about 40 cm. And it's a fun game masculine. In the flowering season longan trees. Boys in my neighborhood also go catch the bugs. Then the asphalt used to cut the bugs into a powerful thin cover fitted wheels. Con bugs trying to fly. But small cars from thin bamboo segments and the asphalt wheel too heavy. Therefore, it can not fly off the ground Constitute a moving vehicle on the ground looks very interesting. But it's a pretty dangerous game. Because of the foul line poisonous bugs. So we can expect the commencement risks and play with the bugs. On a hot summer afternoon. We invite each bathing pond and swim with banana trees. Then we went snails. These screws are often cling to the water hyacinth plants. My mother has forbidden me to do this for fear of drowning risk.
Yet more than 20 years has elapsed. We grew up with a burning desire for wealth in his heart. Old rural poverty has become rich an area famous. These little houses and dilapidated old has been replaced by huge villas and luxury. The child poverty yore, now everyone has a pretty good position in society. This way or another, we have achieved the dream since I was a child of his. Unfortunately we are no longer together and playing together again. Since each person has a different personal life. But memories of a childhood will forever imprinted on my heart. It's part of my soul. Thank an impoverished childhood for giving me an extraordinary energy to rise in life!
Author: Pham Thi Hoi
I grew up among poor children there. Compared with the kids on the neighbors, my family seems to get better too. Although I was an orphan, had barely announced since birth. My mother worked alone to feed my 4 sisters to school. But my mother is a talented woman. My mother has worked as a teacher, has worked as drug trade. So my family to eat rice also. My family gardens quite wide, thus providing partial vegetables and fruit for the whole family. My cousins quite wealthy. So they sent for my family or those old clothes to wear. Should we not look sisters torn and dirty as the other children. However, this makes me very self-deprecating and inferiority with friends. I'd rather wear old clothes are dirty but still more my! Still life of our material is very difficult. But the spiritual life of our extremely rich. The game with the shells and rubber ropes are always made us laugh out loud. The game with the small bamboo sticks and new grapefruit makes our loss very happy. Like all the children in the world are girls. We are very fond of dolls. But we know for sure that my parents would never have enough money to buy us these beautiful dolls. So we never demand it. We have reinvented the dolls are made from rags, paper, wood sticks. Despite the ugly doll that looks weird, but we love it with all my heart. These toys are made from leaves, vines also made us feel very interesting. The boy then created the game from the tree. They're self-made firearms with fruit fish stock made with small bamboo tube. Or a gyroscope were shaped by the branches. We also do things from rubberband gun birds and trees. The game is simply confirmed only by the stem segments are chopped sienna bar about 10 cm. A longer segment length of about 40 cm. And it's a fun game masculine. In the flowering season longan trees. Boys in my neighborhood also go catch the bugs. Then the asphalt used to cut the bugs into a powerful thin cover fitted wheels. Con bugs trying to fly. But small cars from thin bamboo segments and the asphalt wheel too heavy. Therefore, it can not fly off the ground Constitute a moving vehicle on the ground looks very interesting. But it's a pretty dangerous game. Because of the foul line poisonous bugs. So we can expect the commencement risks and play with the bugs. On a hot summer afternoon. We invite each bathing pond and swim with banana trees. Then we went snails. These screws are often cling to the water hyacinth plants. My mother has forbidden me to do this for fear of drowning risk.
Yet more than 20 years has elapsed. We grew up with a burning desire for wealth in his heart. Old rural poverty has become rich an area famous. These little houses and dilapidated old has been replaced by huge villas and luxury. The child poverty yore, now everyone has a pretty good position in society. This way or another, we have achieved the dream since I was a child of his. Unfortunately we are no longer together and playing together again. Since each person has a different personal life. But memories of a childhood will forever imprinted on my heart. It's part of my soul. Thank an impoverished childhood for giving me an extraordinary energy to rise in life!
Author: Pham Thi Hoi
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