There are indelible memories of the childish memory of people I have remembered some of them today.
I still remember when I was a kid how we rejoice the market day, when Dad brings us sweets and games.
My Moroccan childhood, which I lived in in the 1980s and early 1990s, brings me back to 30 years ago, where we were watching black and white television.
We saw Moroccan champion Said Aouita winning the Olympic summer Games in Los Angeles and we followed the Moroccan team and he did good game in the World Cup in Mexico in 1986.
I remember some of the things that did not exist today, such as the red matchbox, adorned with a yellow lion.
I also remember the image of television and its beginning and some soft drinks and the book of Arabic and other things .
We used to play football in the dirt and sometimes under rain. In the village we did not have green playgrounds and we did not have clubs as in the cities.
We used to go to bring water from a distant place through the animals, sometimes for long distance ,
in the village women like men worked hard in the fields and at home.
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