The very first time I did community work I was 12 years old. I remember my granny asking me and my cousin to help her carry a pot of food into the bush. I remember the pot was very heavy because we stopped twice to rest in the short distance from my granny’s house to the bush. I remember the smell of the curry and playing with the children who stayed there when we all were done eating. Most importantly I never forgot the children and they have never forgotten me. We are friends to this day.