With our time on Mull nearly at an end, my thoughts go to what childhood mean to me. The past week has been filled with making memories for MG and DG, memories I hope they’ll treasure forever.
This is what childhood should be: the freedom to explore, discover, create and grow with someone nearby to pick you up when you fall (if you need them), a full stomach and a safe place to sleep.
Children in West Africa do not have the luxury of holidays. Or full stomachs. Or safety. Childhood isn’t a magical time to grow, it’s a fight for survival. Until 30 August, every penny donated to WorldVision will be matched by government funding, doubling the resources that are helping children regain a childhood by providing food, sanitation and health services.
Please donate now if you can. You can also spread the word by blogging, tweeting #LostChildhood, pinning or in any other way to help WorldVision make the most out of the matched funding by 30 August.
This post was written as part of a blog hop organised by Patch of Puddles. I was tagged by Live Otherwise and am tagging Sunny Side Up and Twins, Tiaras and Tantrums. You don’t have to be tagged to join in.