It's really sad when you think of how many people leave Guyana hoping for a better life in a foreign land. I, like many know it all too well that life is not a bed-of-roses anywhere else in the world. It's hard work and dedication that make a strong foundation for yourself and family. Unlike Guyana, life is much more laid back and simple. Nevertheless, most of us love our country and leave many fond memories behind.

What's your memory worth remembering?

Here are some of the things that I missed:
I missed feeling the sound of rain drops falling on the house zinc and make you want to sleep and dream about your girl friend.

I missed the "force ripe" age when you think you're in love. You and your friend would lime by the culbut and waiting to see your girl friend come out on the virenda. Then you would look at each other for hours, and that would be enough to give you dreams. (if she daddy is there, you have to look North).

I missed riding a bicycle and towing my neighbor daughter to the market. When she reaches the market, she says thanks. (I know her butt is sore from the cross bar, but she wouldn't rub it until I turn around).

I missed writing a love letter that goes like this: Dear (name) Dumpline, I hope that you are well. As for me, I am quite well. I hope my letter reaches you under the golden branches of something, something?

Now, what are the golden branches? Is it a coconut branch or golden apple leaves that have that romantic rhyme? I know I'm not the only one writes like that in my boyhood day because I receive and read letters like that from people all over corentyne?

Recently, someone posted a thread about how kids get it too good today. That is true to the bone. Our days were far too innocent from today and Mom and Dad use to be proud of us. Now that we're parents of our own, we know that first hand.

There're many more sentimental things I wish to share, but that's just a little something to put you in a Guyana state of mind.