I had an amazing childhood, I guess this is one of the reasons I always find myself talking about it.
Growing up, I wouldn't call my parents all that rich but we were very comfortable, comfortable to afford most things that we wanted and needed.

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I remember the first time I discovered coffee, well technically I didn't exactly know what it was.
When I was a little girl, my Dad traveled a lot for work, I was really sad about it but on the plus side he always came back with a lot of goodies.

As usual he traveled, my mother, brother and I eagerly awaited his return and it's not just because of the things he brings back.
I returned from school one afternoon to see a lot of stuff scattered on the floor, that could only mean one thing. 
He was back and with him came lots of chocolates.

Even though I grew up in a free house, there were some restrictions.
There were certain things that weren't meant for kids like we were not allowed to watch the *adult movies* where people walked around without clothes on and did other stuff. In this case, my father showed my brother and I a big pack and told us what the pack contained wasn't meant for children.

Like every normal child, I had to know what was inside of it. He also bought a machine that he would be using to make the contents of the pack.
I saw him use it once or twice,due to  my inquisitive nature, I already knew the pack contained something called Coffee.
I didn't care about anything else, all I knew was that I had to taste what was inside and find out why children couldn't take it.
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Yes, we kept the machine all this years. My mum's a keeper and I mean that literally.

One morning my Dad made his *mystery cup* as usual. Something happened, I don't exactly remember what but luckily for me he had to leave the dining table.
I snuck into the parlour, with the stealth skills of a ninja.
There it was staring back at me.
Finally I would find out all the hidden treasures that lay within the cup. I brought it to my mouth, took a sip and spat it out.
It was awful and so bitter.

My coughing attracted my parents and brother. I got the scolding of a life time, my brother stood at the back laughing at my predicament.
I promised myself that I would never go near coffee after that day.
And I kept to it  until the previous months. 
With graduation coming up and trying to find other legitimate sources to be successful in life, it safe to say I have a lot on my plate.
Keeping productive late nights became a necessity.

I discovered that my Dad took his coffee plain without milk,cream or sugar. I wouldn't make that same mistake. 
Addiction is not a good thing I know, but if there's anything I'm addicted to I'm glad it's coffee.
It should be given a Grammy awards for just existing.

I can't start my day without it, not sure it's a good habit but neither can I end my day without it.
It helps me get through the day and it helps me end it well.
I cannot wait for my second dose already 😊😊.