Fading Footsteps: A Childhood Lost to Progress

I grew up in a house that spanned three floors. My grandparents lived on one, and I shared the second with my parents and sister. Our street had just six houses, and the rest was open land—gardens where we spent endless hours, and a road that belonged to the children. We played freely, the neighborhood felt like an extended family, and the world was safe.

But now, everything's changed. Most people are crammed into apartments, and the streets, once playgrounds, are too dangerous even to walk on. The sense of community that once thrived in our villages has been smothered by relentless development and overcrowding. Both parents work long hours just to keep afloat, leaving kids to entertain themselves indoors, disconnected from the world outside. And no, don’t think we’ve become like other countries where at least you can escape to vast parks and forests. Here, those green spaces are just memories, fading from the past.