I fondly remember my childhood in the 70s and 80s filled with love. We had all the ingredients of happiness around us in abundance. We had so much personal space, a feeling of high self-worth that came with so much love and quality time with family and friends.
I remember my early childhood back home in Addu, spoiled by the overwhelming love and affection of my extended family, especially my grandma and loving uncles and aunts. Their love was unqualified and unconditional.
Later, during the school days in Male, we moved about from one friend’s home to the other where we were welcome by their parents as their own. We could have meals anywhere and do overnights without prior notice. We shared the love. We were never judged or rejected, but embraced as we were. School was absolute fun.
There were carnivals, picnics, music and boduberu, celebrations that lasted forever, and filled with joy and happiness. We were such happy people, we had no burden in our lives. It was beautiful. It was awesome.
Our youth was defined by dreams and triumph. Excellence and adrenaline. Those were highs in life that were special and etched in gold. Our determination was absolute. We were a success story in the making.
How our children and young people remember their early years will define their future.
Smile and Let Smile 