SWEET MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD

Sweet are the memories of my childhood days. These memories fill my heart with joy. I still remember those wonderful days. I look back; I recollect the love and affection of my parents and younger brother.

I still remember the bed time stories which my grand mother and my father told me they told me the stories of “Akbar and Birbal”, “God’s Miracles” etc. some time they explained the rules of society at that time my mother was very much angry on them. And asked them why did you put much burden of society’s rules on her? She is a very small girl. Let her live freely in her childhood. At that time I became sad, because my mother quarreled with them. After that my father told me the study of the fairy tales” because he always wanted to see me happy.

I love my Papa

My mother was my first teacher. She taught me the ABCD and numbers. While she working in the kitchen, she gave me spoons and glasses to count. That was my first lesson in simple arithmetic.

I remember the day when I first went to school. I was just four years old. I entered in the classroom, I saw all the students staring at me. I thought, some of them were making fun of me. I was very nervous. I sat alone on a bench in the middle of the classroom. I did not like to sit in the class therefore I went out of the class. And I sat under a tree in the playground and waited for my mother to take me home. I was a good student. I always stood first in my class. But I was more interested in drawing and other activities than learning lessons.

What a lovely time it was! I passed my days in care free manner. No worries tensions but just fun, joy, happiness and laughter.