I grew up in a country called Guyana

I grew up in a country called Guyana, where people blow their horn or wave when passing by. Daily greetings morning and evening; g'marnin, afternoon, hello and how ya doing was proper manners. (Skylark) is a proper noun and (humbug) is definitely a word. We played outside, we got dirty, played in the rain and ate whatever your mom or grandmother cooked, ate fruits from the trees without washing them, washed our clothes in a concrete made wash tub with a scrub board, we weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING BUT LOOSE DOGS, Jumbee and maybe a snake. The sunset was our CURFEW and when the street lights came on you better be home already. Hands and foot wash before you come in the house. Chicken was fried or stewed and brown sugar put in peas soup. Sugar and water, hot pipe water and lime juice was what we drank.
School was mandatory even if it wasn't your time to go, eating lunch under a tree with our friends was such fun. We walked to and from school, some barefooted while others in funsteps, fishpot or kungfu shoes. Oh and if you DISRESPECTED your elders, you're gonna get HIT with whatever's close by even if it ain't your parents. Re-post if you're proud that you came from a small country and will never forget where you came from! And might I add we had a village! Your friend’s mama was yuh mama when yours was not there!!! And every one was Tanty and uncle. If you disrespected someone or said something about them, "they eyes pass you", whether or not your eyes went for a race ...."Cut tail" was licks or a spanking ..whether or not you had a tail.