My Childhood Memories
Introduction: Man is fond of turning back from the present to the
past again and again. The present may be good but the past is golden. Nothing
is more pleasant to him than memories of his childhood. The memories of my
childhood haunt me like a passion. Whenever I am sick of the present, I try to
get relief thinking about my childhood memories.
My play-ground and the Testa: My playground was the bank
of the river Testa. In all the seasons this river had great attraction for me.
Whenever I was not at home. I could be found on its bank. There would be other
children also with me. We used to row on the river, jump into it and swim in
it. On one occasion when we were playing on its bank, suddenly patches of
clouds made their appearance in the sky and a strong wind began to blow. My
companions ran away in fear, but I did not. The river swelled up and dashed
violently against its sandy banks. I shall never forget the scene in my life.
Stealing of fruits: I was very fond of stealing mangoes, liches, black
berries and other fruits in the company of friends in summer. Sometimes we
would forget to eat our midday meals.
The village maktab: The village maktab was another interesting place. An
old Maulovi Shaheb used to teach us there. It was housed in a small hut attached
to the village mosque. A large number of boys and girls used to attend. We
would learn lesson with deafening noise, but our old teacher did never threaten
us. He was very old. Though we did not fear him, we surely love him.
The first day at school: My first day at school was
very thrilling. When I entered the compound with my father, the children were
enjoying themselves here and there. My heart began to beat fast when I was
taken to the Headmaster but his smilling face and gentle words put me at ease.
I was admitted into class I.
The village hat: Another interesting memory is the village hat. The
hat used to sit twice a weak near a river. I usually went there with other
children. The hat seemed to me to be a wonderful place. We used to take with us
a few paisa and buy sweets from the vendors. After spending a few hours there,
we would come back home.
In search of birds: There was a bush near our house. Hundreds of birds
made their nests in that bush. Sometimes I went there with other boys. Some
adventurous boys caught small birds from the holes of the tree.
Activities during holidays: During holidays when my
mother went to sleep at noon. We went to the railway line with other children.
We watched how the trains passed the station.
Education: When I was a little boy. I wrote one page everyday and
showed it to my father. I was admitted into my father's school. I felt that my
school-fellows did not love me. They had no feeling for one another as we had
in the village. There was no freedom, no joy as we had in the village.
Conclusion: Now I am in a big city. But I did not feel happy.
However I have gradually adjusted myself to city life. I have made some new
friends and companions in the city. But my heart aches for the happy childhood
days. Childhood is free from worries but it is full of enjoyment. (588 words)---0177--08 71 99
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