Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Memories Of Childhood




Memories Of Childhood
Childhood is a golden period of man's life. It is the time when man is dependent but he enjoys all the comforts of the life. He has nothing to worry about. He has to do nothing to get his demand fulfil except weeping. It is a carefree time In my childhood I was free from worries and sorrows, when every day and night brought joys for me. Parents tried to amuse me. They loved me so much that I began to think they were living only for me and it was not wrong as well.
Near our house there was a pond. Father took me daily to the pond to enjoy the beautiful sight of the setting sun. Once, my father fell ill and could not go to the pond. I was very fond of taking bath in the bright water of the pond, but father did not allow me to fulfill my desire. Now it was a golden chance. I went alone to the pond and jumped into the water. Deep water took me into its lap. After this what happened-I do not know. When I opened my eyes, a doctor was bending over me. Mother and sisters were weeping. I had to remain for one month in the hospital. Now when I recall that horrible accident my heart begins to sink with fear. Then I decided not to do anything without the permission of parents.
There is one more thing which I cannot help mentioning. More over I can never forget the day when I was beaten by the gardener for stealing mangoes. My friend Maria and I went to the garden to eat the mangoes. Maria was very active and clever. She remained out of the garden and asked me to climb up the mango-tree. Consequently I was caught by the gardener and he beat me with his sharp stick. Maria ran away. The gardener took me before my father and told the whole story. Father prohibited me from going to the garden. I was much ashamed but soon all it was over.
If you have a female companion, you are fond of dolls as well. The same case was with me. I was very fond of dolls in my childhood. Maria and I played with dolls for hours, marrying and decorating them. Mother did not like her daughter wasting time in playing. As a result she took me to the school. I was much frightened and puzzled among the strange girls. I began to weep bitterly. While I was weeping, I felt a soft hand on my back. It was my teacher. She consoled me and gave me a beautiful book of colorful pictures. I was taught by her to smile in the storm of tears and sufferings. Now she is far away from me. but her memory is fresh in my mind and I will never forget her as well.
Children usually keep on gamboling and playing. Sometimes, they keep on running. In childhood, I was like a playful deer wandering through the meadows. Maria and I wandered the whole day long in the green fields of our villages, picking wild flowers and making garlands. How beautiful moonlit nights were in childhood! When the shining moon appeared, we all played in the open fields, catching one another. Now childhood is no more but it appears a beautiful dream. 

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