I'll never forget those halcyon days, being a little kid and acting carefree.

Life at the village was tough, but rewarding, everyone had to do their part to make sure the crops were maintained, harvested and distributed evenly among each other.

It always felt good to just run around town hoop rolling, feeling the fresh wind pass through my face. Later, I would gaze at the pretty flowers at the outskirts of town.

What a perfect image of childhood innocence.