If you could pick a year, would you rather go back in time, stay in the present, or visit the future?

Sometimes I wish I could back in time and correct a lot of wrong choices and go back to a better time when my family lived in Kuwait. I love my childhood and think my sister and I had it really good. We had a cozy and protected childhood, in a small 2 bedroom and 1 bathroom apartment. We lived in a building almost filled with a lot of friends and “uncles & aunties” who were close friends with my parents. Some of them are still friends of ours. For 11 years of my life it was safe and good. I wouldn’t mind going back in time and experiencing that again.

My mom’s older brother and my aunt, his wife, also lived in Kuwait and they would get together with us during the weekends. We would either go out or have dinners together in either their flat or ours. My cousin would come along when I was 7 and then for the next few years she too would be with us. Dinners during the weekend was some of my favourite memories. It was usually us sitting around the coffee table with the tv on with either a movie or some tv show of the 80s on. My sister and I would sit on the ground with my uncle while my aunt, mum & dad would be on the sofas.

Dinner on these kinds of days were wither KFC chicken or shawarma. My aunt was the only vegetarian so she would have a veg burger and fries or falafel and wraps. We would drink Pepsi and have a nice family time in. I love those days and those memories are ones that I will always treasure.

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