My Love for Media As A Child



My love for the media started a longtime ago but i never paid attention to it. I grew up a shy little boy though i love to talk but couldn't express myself in public for fear of grammatical blunders.

I fell in love with radio as a young child (i will share about my experience at the radio house soon). I bought a palito with my 20 naira pocket money and i listened to it everyday with a little obsession. A palito is radio player that comes very handy.

Below is a picture of a palito. 



I also went ahead to own a tape recorded and with it, i made a lot of damage on my dad's tapes. I started recording on every tape i laid my hands on. You know that feeling when you want to listen to your favourite song and you hear a child's voice mumbling jargon. Never knew i will one day speak better.

I was sharing with a friend recently how our childhood experiences become our future experience but often times we don't pay attention to it because we grew up believing those experiences were mere childhood experiences with no significance.
Take a minute to reflect on those things you did as a child and check if you are living some of them now. You will find some connections.
Are you wondering what you could do now or confuse on what to really do with your life as an adult? TAKE SOME TIME OUT AND GO BACK THE MEMORY LANE AND FIND THOSE THINGS THAT GAVE YOU SO MUCH JOY AS A CHILD AND START LIVING THOSE MEMORIES AGAIN. You will be amazed at what you might discover and the fulfillment that will follow

I went on to discover i could be very creative with my thought and i eventually stumbled on graphics(will show you some of my designs and my progress as a newbie) and photography. These duo are the real deal for me now though i still speak along side.
You can talk to me in the comment box if you need help in finding and deploring your gifts,i am available. 


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 Allen Zito

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