One of my first memories growing up in Rwanda was when the village decided to cut down two huge Kapok trees. Just before the trees were felled, someone realised that they were going to land on the chicken coop (and much more importantly, the chickens).
My heart was beating as I watched a man risked his life to rescue the chickens, literally just before the trees destroyed them.
Looking back, so many of my childhood memories centre on moments of drama; the falling kapok trees, getting run over, falling into a trench of molasses (treacle), getting lost in an airport etc.
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