What is your favorite hobby or pastime?
We all have childhood hobbies that shape who we become — mine were collecting coins and flying kites. These simple joys were more than just pastimes; they were lessons about dreams, patience, and the beauty of freedom. As I grew, I realized how these childhood hobbies connected deeply with nature, history, and the feeling of being truly alive.
Collecting Coins: A Journey Through Time
My love for coin collecting began when I was seven. I traveled across the country with my family, picking up coins from every place we visited. Each coin was like a tiny piece of history — some from dusty village markets, others from busy city stations. I didn’t care about their price or rarity. What fascinated me was their story.
Every scratch and shine told a tale of hands that had worked, dreamed, and built. I cleaned each coin gently and stored it with care. Over time, my collection became more than a hobby — it became a diary written in metal. It reminded me that small things, when valued with love, can hold powerful meaning.
Flying Kites: The Sky Was My Playground
When I wasn’t collecting coins, I was in the open field — running barefoot with my kite. The wind was my friend, and the sky my endless playground. People in my village called me the flying kid, because I’d spend hours watching my kites dance with the clouds.
Flying kites taught me patience and control. Sometimes, the wind wouldn’t cooperate; other times, the string would snap. But every flight was an adventure. The higher my kite soared, the freer I felt — like my spirit was lifting beyond the ordinary world.
Where the Two Hobbies Met
One sunny afternoon, I did something that perfectly joined my two favorite childhood hobbies. I tied one of my favorite coins — a silver piece from 1971 — to the tail of my red kite. I wanted it to fly, to touch the clouds I loved so much.
As the kite soared high, the coin sparkled under the sun, shining like a dream taking flight. In that moment, I realized something: life isn’t about holding on to things — it’s about letting them soar. That coin was no longer just a collector’s item; it was a symbol of freedom.
The Lesson I Carry Today
Years later, I still keep my coin collection safe, but I’ve learned to let my dreams fly just like those kites once did. Both hobbies taught me gratitude — for the earth that gave me coins, and the sky that gave me wings.
Childhood hobbies like these are not just memories; they are seeds of who we become. Whether you collect coins, plant trees, or fly kites, let those passions remind you that life is about connection — to history, to nature, and to your dreams
