I grew up going to church in my home country Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. It means alot to me because it’s a church I went to at every stage of my life, and still go to when I go home for break. The internal memory that sparks in my mind everytime I see this gray brick structure, is heart warming, pleasant, and overall pure. This is where my mother, five siblings, and I would go to after our nightly routine of walking around our neighborhood. We did that a lot growing up, after dinner my mom would get us to take a walk as a way to stay active. We would usually stop by the church but it wasn’t always planned. The church compound would be empty, and my mom would set up the rules of the game, ‘Akukulu’. At this point and time I can no longer recall the rules of the game, but I just remember my sibling and I running circles around the church. It’s honestly one of my favorite memories, and It reminds me of the amazing upbringing I had.