Maun
There's always a rosy feeling one gets when looking at the yesteryears of infancy. We all have triggers that take us to our childhood, it could be a smell, it could be a jingle from an advert, or it could be an ice-cream flavour. There are numerous triggers for me as well, my triggers all amalgamate into a place. Maun, a tourist town in Botswana, where I spent my preschool years. Unfortunately, I can not recall everything in great detail, but that place is littered with so many core memories that I look back on fondly. Not to say that I reminisce so much on the past, that I am discontent with my present season of life. Instead, I find that as I grow older I am able to revisit memories from then with a much more clear perspective, and an understanding of what may have been happening, and why I took the actions that I did, and how it has had a ripple effect, that I still see in my day to day to life now. My earliest recollection of friendshi...