Little things matters to children, but some persons deny them that, I am an only son and as a Nigerian being the only male child comes with a lot of pampering.
My dad would always come to pick me and my siblings after school as we went to a private school, on the way home I'd see children trekking home playing as they went and I wished I was among them
One fateful day my dad didn't come around on time to pick us and I managed to slip away unnoticed, boy the joy and liberty I felt trekking home alone kicking every orange and any other thing that had a circular shape that I saw on the road was second to none.
It was indeed a great experience.