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Reply to "Memories of Guyana"

I left Guyana when I was four, so I don't have very many memories. One thing I remember is trying to pick a monkey apple from a vine overhanging a trench and almost falling in. I remember being at it for a very long time (probably 10 minutes is a long time to a four year old) and being determined to get it. I used to LOVE monkey apples (the one with the little black seeds).

I also remember my mom and dad taking me to the sea to do prayer, and while on our way there we passed a place where there was a narrow walkway with sloping sides. Crawling up the sides were what seemed like millions and millions of little crabs. My daddy put me on his shoulders and carried me. That is one of my best memories.
FM
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