Behind the Glass Door

Given a chance to go back in time, many of us might jump at the opportunity. Other people might think that it will be a waste of time. Growing up, we did many things that seemed like fun. But as adults, we might say, “What was I thinking?” I grew up in southwestern part of Nigeria. I was raised by my grandparents because my parents were not married and they were not together. My grandparents tried to teach me about love from the time I was young, and I was glad that I took the opportunity to learn from the best. My grandmother did not have any formal education, but she understood love and tried to teach us based on her experiences. I was the only grandchild for five years until my sister was born. After the birth of my sister, I still enjoyed the privileges associated with being the first grandchild. Growing up with such privileges can be advantageous and disadvantageous. The good thing was that I got all the love and caring I could imagine; the downside was that I could be bad and still look like an angel in my grandparents’ eyes. I was somehow naïve and stubborn, yet my grandparents saw me as sweet as a cherry pie.