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My Childhood

Childhood is the most significant part of our life. The sweet memories of childhood are always dear to us. In time of depression, childhood memories soothe our mind. Some childhood memories of mine are still intact in my mind. During my childhood I was very naughty and truant. I used to play different games to pass my leisure. I used to bathe for many times in the rainy season and fell ill. At my childhood I enjoyed the company of my grandmother and elder sister. Still their memories frequently haunt me. I can still remember the marriage ceremony of my sister. That was both sweet and bitter experience for me. I felt lonely after the marriage. I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t stay with us. The sweetest event of my childhood was my first day at school. I was very excited when I first went to the school. I showed a lot of enthusiasm there. My grandmother’s death was the most painful experience of my childhood. When I was only seven, she left us for ever. I lost my constant companion. Despite of these unpleasant experiences, my childhood was full of comfort and relief. When I remember my childhood, I can remove the monotony of daily life. I want to get back my childhood and it will remain ever rosy in my mind.

MY CHILDHOOD / CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Childhood is the sweetest period of human life. I often remember the days of my childhood. When I remember my childhood days, I feel happy. I can’t recall the day when I was first named. As I have heard, there was a big feast in our houses on that occasion. In my early age I spent my time in high spirits. All the members of our family loved me very dearly. They gave me whatever I asked form them. They always took care to make me happy. A single drop of tears was enough to move them. My grandmother / grandfather was very much fond of me. S/he told me many amusing stories. I annoyed her/him in many ways but s/he was never angry with me. When I was five years old, I was sent to the primary school. I recollect the day, from my memory, when I first went to A.B.C High School with my father. My teachers spoke kind and affectionate words to me. My classmates welcomed me with love and interest. I completed my primary education in the tenth year of my life. I began to grow both in body and mind and began to take more and more interest in my studies. My joys knew no bounds when I stood first in my class. I took part in various games and sports. The happy recollection of my childhood yet fills my heart with great joy. I wish I could go back to those happy days again.

My Childhood

Childhood is generally a sweet period of our life. It is only in childhood that a man gets a free life to enjoy. I am now a young man of eighteen. I was born in a small village in Bangladesh. The whole village was my playground. I wandered throughout the tiny village and played about with my friends. The summer days were the sweetest and happiest days for us. We plucked mangoes and black berries from tree to tree and ate them to our hearts content. We often forgot to take our mid-day meals. In my childhood my favourite person was my grandmother. She loved me very much. She fed me very carefully with her own hands. Though my father often flew into rage, my grand mother prevented him from rebuking me. I used to sleep with her. Before I fell asleep, she used to tell me fairy tales of which she had a rich store. My grandmother died when I was five. The sad event of her funeral will ever remain in my memory. My mother wept bitterly and grandfather was shocked. My heart always yearns for her.

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              CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Man loves to turn back from the present to the past again and again. The present may be good but the past seems to be golden. Nothing is more pleasant to him than to recollect the memories of childhood. So whenever, I am sick of the present, I seek relief in the past. Most often I recall the days of my childhood. The memories of my childhood haunt me like a passion. Childhood is, in many ways, the best period of human life. It is also the most charming period. In innocence it has no parallel. It is incomparable in simplicity. Wordsworth, the great worshipper of Nature says, “Heaven lies about us in our infancy.” The charm of childhood cannot be forgotten. In a word, childhood is the happiest time in a man’s life.

I was born in a middle class family. Ours was a simple house where I lived happily in the midst of my parents, brothers and sisters. My father was man of principles. Again he was no less affectionate and considerate to others. My mother was an accomplished lady whom I cannot describe in mere words. I found all the good qualities in her. 

My young memory is full of happy incidents which have taken place since the fourth year of my life. When I was only four years old, our family consisted of six members including my grandfather, grandmother, parents, sister and my little self. My father who was a Government official had to stay in town for six days a week and used to come home usually on Thursday evening with toys of various kinds.

We the village children passed most of our time in the midst of Nature. I played ha-du-du, our country game with my fellow mates. We moved around the bank of the nearest river. There was a bush near our house. Hundreds of birds made their nests in that bush. Sometimes I went there with other boys and girls. Some adventurous boys caught small birds from the holes of the tree. At times, we would pluck the mangoes, black berries and other fruits of the orchard of others without their consent.

Once a juggler with two monkeys came to our street. He showed monkey’s tricks which engaged our attention. The he-monkey fell in love with the she monkey but she-monkey refused to marry the he-monkey. Then he-monkey went to his father-in-law’s house after wearing colourful dress. These were the pranks which attracted me. I fully appreciated the tricks shown by the juggler.

The fifth year of my life marked the beginning of my educational career. The first day of my school is worth mentioning. My mind was troubled with fear that I might not be quite free and easy in their midst. The warmth with which my classmates received me dispelled all my fears. I took two years to complete my course in that primary school.

Our family with all the members shifted to the town immediately. Here I got myself admitted to Class III of a High School in town. I felt that my school fellows, at first, did not accept me cordially. As days passed, I found a congenial atmosphere when they found me no less than them regarding studies, games, and cultural activities.

There are certain incidents which are still fresh in my memory. For instance, at the age of five, I got a severe attack of typhoid. After taking medicine for a sufficiently long period, I was cured.

Another incident which I still remember is swimming experience. It was Friday / Sunday when I along with my friends went for picnic. Some of us were expert swimmers, but unluckily I did not know how to swim. My friends dived into the river and compelled me also to do the same. Soon I was caught by the current of water and was carried away swiftly. There was every possibility of my losing life, but due to the valour of one of my friends, I was rescued from the current of water and was brought on the bank. I was really very much grateful to him because he gave me a new life.

What a time this childhood was! Everything then appeared to me charming and life was as happy as anyone could wish it to be. Even at this day when I recall the happy memories of my childhood I seem to live that life over again in imagination. But it is only a pleasant reverie, and I soon awaken to the stern realities of today. I cannot forget the people and the things which helped much to shape my life. Today I only can say that gone are the good old days when I was a child.

Childhood Memories

I often remember the days of my childhood. Whenever I am sick of the present, I seek relief in the post and fondly recall the memories of my childhood.

I was born in a small village in the district of Chittagong. My father was a village school teacher. Ours was a simple house where I lived happily in the midst of my parents, brothers and sisters. My mother was very affectionate. I am sorry that I lost her a few years ago. My father was a saintly man. An educationist all his life, he loved God and man.

My play ground was the bank of the beautiful Karnafully. In all seasons the karnafully had a 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 in the river, jump into tit and swim in it. I often saw the Karnafully’s fury too. On one occasion when we were playing on its banks, suddenly patches of clouds made their appearance in the sky. In a few minutes the entire sky became overcast with clouds and a strong wind began to blow. My companions ran away in fear, but I did not. The storm made my heart dance with the surging waves of the river. I gazed and gazed at its awe – inspiring beauty. The river swelled up and dashed virulently against its sandy banks. I shall never forget the scene in my life.

The village primary school was another interesting place. The teachers, pandits and Maulavi Shaheb’s 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 it. We would learn our lessons with great noise but our teachers did never threaten us. Though we did not fear them, we surely did love them much for their sincerity and goodness.

Another interesting memory is of the village hat. The hat used to sit twice a week near the river. My father used to send me there to do shopping. I usually went there with some other children. The hat seemed to me a noisy place. It was one of the biggest hats in the locality. In it there were many shops. Rice, paddy, vegetables, fishes, fowls, eggs, etc. used to be sold on every hat day. We used to take with us our little fund of a few paisa and buy sweets from the vendors. After spending a few hours there we would come back at nightfall.

But my happy days did not last long. My father got an appointment in a town school and he moved to the town immediately with all the members of the family. Frankly speaking, I did not like the town at the beginning. However, I was admitted into my father’s school. I felt that my school fellows did not love me. They had no brotherly feeling for one another as we had in the village. In the town people seemed to work and move like machines. There was no freedom, no joy as we had in the village. Above all, I missed the mighty Karnafully on whose banks I had spent the best days of my life.

I was sorry to be in the town, but there was no help. However, I have gradually adjusted myself to town life. I have now new friends and companions and am more or less happy. I have since then grown up and I am a young man now, but I still cherish the sweet memories of my happy childhood days spent in the charming environment of my village.

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                                           Childhood Memories

My reminiscences of childhood are deeply etched in my mind and often serve as a source of solace when I am disenchanted with the present. My natal abode was a humble village situated in the district of Chittagong, where I lived in perfect contentment with my kin. My father was a revered schoolteacher, and my mother exuded an abundant supply of love and warmth. Alas, my mother, whom I held so dear, passed away a few years ago, leaving a gaping void in my heart.

My childhood reveries often transport me to the banks of the resplendent Karnafully, which was my playground and a source of unceasing fascination. The seasons had no bearing on my ardor for the Karnafully, and I could always be found on its banks, engaging in various activities with other children. We would row in the river, dive into its limpid waters, and take invigorating swims. On occasion, I was witness to the Karnafully's wrath, as it unleashed its fury with an unparalleled intensity. I recollect a particular incident when a gathering of clouds appeared in the sky, and a fierce tempest ensued. My compatriots scampered away in fear, but my heart was filled with elation as I gazed at the awe-inspiring sight of the waves crashing on the sandy banks. The Karnafully had never appeared more beautiful to me, and I shall cherish this memory for eternity.

The village primary school was another treasured place in my childhood. The erudite teachers, who were pandits and Maulavi Shahebs, imparted knowledge to us in a small hut attached to the village mosque. A cacophony of sounds emanated from us as we learned our lessons, but the teachers never admonished us harshly. They were kind and sincere, and we held them in high regard. The school was attended by a considerable number of boys and girls, and I enjoyed the camaraderie that existed between us.

The village hat, which sat twice a week near the river, was a bustling and lively place. My father would often send me there to do some shopping, and I would venture there in the company of other children. It was a veritable hub of commerce, boasting numerous shops where a wide variety of goods were sold. Rice, paddy, vegetables, fishes, fowls, eggs, and many other items were available for purchase. We would take our modest sum of money and buy sweets from the vendors. After spending a few hours at the hat, we would return home as the night enveloped the village.

However, my joyous days in the village were fleeting, as my father obtained a position at a school in the town, and we had to move there with haste. Initially, I felt an aversion towards the town, but I was enrolled in my father's school. I soon realized that the town's denizens were not as amicable as those in the village, and the atmosphere was characterized by a mechanical routine, devoid of freedom and joy. I sorely missed the Karnafully, which had provided a constant source of delight in my youth.

Nonetheless, I gradually acclimated myself to life in the town, and I now have a new circle of friends, which has made me relatively content. As I have grown older, I have come to terms with the fact that my childhood is a bygone era, but the pleasant memories that I have accumulated in the idyllic environment of my village remain evergreen.

CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Man loves to turn back from the present to the past again and again. The present may be good but the past seems to be golden. Nothing is more pleasant to him than to recollect the memories of childhood. So, whenever I am sick of the present, I seek relief in the past. Most often I recall the days of my childhood.

Childhood is, in many ways, the best period of human life. It is also the most charming period. In innocence it has no parallel. It is incomparable in simplicity. Wordsworth, the great worshipper of Nature says, “Heaven lies about us in our infancy.” I was born in a middle class family. Ours was a simple house where I lived happily in the midst of my parents, brothers and sisters. My father was a man of principles. Again he was no less affectionate and considerate to others. My mother was an accomplished lady whom I cannot describe in mere words. I found all the good qualities in her.

When I was only four years old, our family consisted of six members including my grandfather, grandmother, parents, sister and my little self. The two children mentioning my sister and myself were the sole objects of care and affection not only of my parents, but also of other members. My father who was a Government official had to stay in town for six days a week and used to come home usually on Thursday evening with toys of various kinds.

We, the village children passed most of our time in the midst of Nature. I played ha-du-du, our country game with my fellow mates. We moved around the bank of the nearest river. There was a bush near our house. Hundreds of birds made their nests in that bush. Sometimes I went there with other boys and girls. Some adventurous boys caught small birds from the holes of the tree. At times, we would pluck the mangoes, black berries and other fruits of the orchard of others without their consent.

Once a juggler with two monkeys came to our street. He showed monkey’s tricks which engaged our attention. The he-monkey fell in love with the she monkey but she-monkey refused to marry the he-monkey. Then he-monkey went to his father-in-law’s house after wearing colourful dress. These were the pranks which attracted me. I fully appreciated the tricks shown by the juggler.

My grandmother who was very much fond of me left us when I was ten. She loved my very dearly. She fed me very carefully with her own hands. Though my father often flew into rage, my grandfather prevented him from rebuking me. I used to sleep with her.

The fifth year of my marked the beginning of my educational career and the fruits of the tree of knowledge. The first day of my school is worth mentioning.

Our family with all the members shifted to the town immediately. Here I got myself admitted to Class III of a High School in town. I felt that my school fellows, at first, did not accept me cordially. They had no brotherly feelings for me, as I was a newcomer. As days passed, I  found a congenial atmosphere when they found me no less than  them regarding studies, games, and cultural activities.

There are certain incidents which are still fresh in my memory. For  instance, at the age of five, I got a severe attack of typhoid. Another incident which I still remember is swimming experience. It was Friday / Sunday when I along with my friends went for picnic. Some of us  were expert swimmers, but unluckily I did not know how to swim. My  friends dived into the river and compelled me also to do the same.  Soon I was caught by the current of water and was carried away  swiftly. There was every possibility of my losing life, but due to the  valour of one of my friends, I was resuced from the current of water and was brought on the bank. I was really very much grateful to him  because he gave me a new life.

What a time this childhood was! Everything thenappeared to me charming and life was as happy as anyone could wish it to be. Even at this day when I recall the happy memories of my childhood I seem to live that life over again in imagination. But it is only a pleasant reverie, and I soon awaken to the stern realities of today. Memories of all such matters and incidents of my childhood days are too many to be described in a short essay. I cannot forget the people and the things which helped much to shape my life. Today I only can say that gone are the good old days when I was a child .

Childhood Memories

I often remember the days of my childhood. Whenever I am sick of the present, I seek relief in the post and fondly recall the memories of my childhood.

I was born in a small village in the district of Chittagong. My father was a village school teacher. Ours was a simple house where I lived happily in the midst of my parents, brothers and sisters. My mother was very affectionate. I am sorry that I lost her a few years ago. My father was a saintly man. An educationist all his life, he loved God and man.

My play ground was the bank of the beautiful Karnafully. In all seasons the karnafully had a 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 in the river, jump into tit and swim in it. I often saw the Karnafully’s fury too. On one occasion when we were playing on its banks, suddenly patches of clouds made their appearance in the sky. In a few minutes the entire sky became overcast with clouds and a strong wind began to blow. My companions ran away in fear, but I did not. The storm made my heart dance with the surging waves of the river. I gazed and gazed at its awe – inspiring beauty. The river swelled up and dashed virulently against its sandy banks. I shall never forget the scene in my life.

The village primary school was another interesting place. The teachers, pandits and Maulavi Shaheb’s 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 it. We would learn our lessons with great noise but our teachers did never threaten us. Though we did not fear them, we surely did love them much for their sincerity and goodness.

Another interesting memory is of the village hat. The hat used to sit twice a week near the river. My father used to send me there to do shopping. I usually went there with some other children. The hat seemed to me a noisy place. It was one of the biggest hats in the locality. In it there were many shops. Rice, paddy, vegetables, fishes, fowls, eggs, etc. used to be sold on every hat day. We used to take with us our little fund of a few paisa and buy sweets from the vendors. After spending a few hours there we would come back at nightfall.

But my happy days did not last long. My father got an appointment in a town school and he moved to the town immediately with all the members of the family. Frankly speaking, I did not like the town at the beginning. However, I was admitted into my father’s school. I felt that my school fellows did not love me. They had no brotherly feeling for one another as we had in the village. In the town people seemed to work and move like machines. There was no freedom, no joy as we had in the village. Above all, I missed the mighty Karnafully on whose banks I had spent the best days of my life.

I was sorry to be in the town, but there was no help. However, I have gradually adjusted myself to town life. I have now new friends and companions and am more or less happy. I have since then grown up and I am a young man now, but I still cherish the sweet memories of my happy childhood days spent in the charming environment of my village.

              CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Man loves to turn back from the present to the past again and again. The present may be good but the past seems to be golden. Nothing is more pleasant to him than to recollect the memories of childhood. So whenever, I am sick of the present, I seek relief in the past. Most often I recall the days of my childhood. The memories of my childhood haunt me like a passion. Childhood is, in many ways, the best period of human life. It is also the most charming period. In innocence it has no parallel. It is incomparable in simplicity. Wordsworth, the great worshipper of Nature says, “Heaven lies about us in our infancy.” The charm of childhood cannot be forgotten. In a word, childhood is the happiest time in a man’s life.

I was born in a middle class family. Ours was a simple house where I lived happily in the midst of my parents, brothers and sisters. My father was man of principles. Again he was no less affectionate and

considerate to others. My mother was an accomplished lady whom I cannot describe in mere words. I found all the good qualities in her.

My young memory is full of happy incidents which have taken place since the fourth year of my life. When I was only four years old, our family consisted of six members including my grandfather, grandmother, parents, sister and my little self. My father who was a Government official had to stay in town for six days a week and used to come home usually on Thursday evening with toys of various kinds.

We the village children passed most of our time in the midst of Nature. I played ha-du-du, our country game with my fellow mates. We moved around the bank of the nearest river. There was a bush near our house. Hundreds of birds made their nests in that bush. Sometimes I went there with other boys and girls. Some adventurous boys caught small birds from the holes of the tree. At times, we would pluck the mangoes, black berries and other fruits of the orchard of others without their consent.

Once a juggler with two monkeys came to our street. He showed monkey’s tricks which engaged our attention. The he-monkey fell in love with the she monkey but she-monkey refused to marry the he-monkey. Then he-monkey went to his father-in-law’s house after wearing colourful dress. These were the pranks which attracted me. I fully appreciated the tricks shown by the juggler.

The fifth year of my life marked the beginning of my educational career. The first day of my school is worth mentioning. My mind was troubled with fear that I might not be quite free and easy in their midst. The warmth with which my classmates received me dispelled all my fears. I took two years to complete my course in that primary school.

Our family with all the members shifted to the town immediately. Here I got myself admitted to Class III of a High School in town. I felt that my school fellows, at first, did not accept me cordially. As days passed, I found a congenial atmosphere when they found me no less than them regarding studies, games, and cultural activities.

There are certain incidents which are still fresh in my memory. For instance, at the age of five, I got a severe attack of typhoid. After taking medicine for a sufficiently long period, I was cured.

Another incident which I still remember is swimming experience. It was Friday / Sunday when I along with my friends went for picnic. Some of us were expert swimmers, but unluckily I did not know how to swim. My friends dived into the river and compelled me also to do the same. Soon I was caught by the current of water and was carried away swiftly. There was every possibility of my losing life, but due to the valour of one of my friends, I was rescued from the current of water and was brought on the bank. I was really very much grateful to him because he gave me a new life.

What a time this childhood was! Everything then appeared to me charming and life was as happy as anyone could wish it to be. Even at this day when I recall the happy memories of my childhood I seem to live that life over again in imagination. But it is only a pleasant reverie, and I soon awaken to the stern realities of today. I cannot forget the people and the things which helped much to shape my life. Today I only can say that gone are the good old days when I was a child.

          CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

Man loves to turn back from the present to the past again and again. The present may be good but the past seems to be golden. Nothing is more pleasant to him than to recollect the memories of childhood. So, whenever I am sick of the present, I seek relief in the past. Most often I recall the days of my childhood.

Childhood is, in many ways, the best period of human life. It is also the most charming period. In innocence it has no parallel. It is incomparable in simplicity. Wordsworth, the great worshipper of Nature says, “Heaven lies about us in our infancy.” I was born in a middle class family. Ours was a simple house where I lived happily in the midst of my parents, brothers and sisters. My father was a man of principles. Again he was no less affectionate and considerate to others. My mother was an accomplished lady whom I cannot describe in mere words. I found all the good qualities in her.

When I was only four years old, our family consisted of six members including my grandfather, grandmother, parents, sister and my little self. The two children mentioning my sister and myself were the sole objects of care and affection not only of my parents, but also of other members. My father who was a Government official had to stay in town for six days a week and used to come home usually on Thursday evening with toys of various kinds.

We, the village children passed most of our time in the midst of Nature. I played ha-du-du, our country game with my fellow mates. We moved around the bank of the nearest river. There was a bush near our house. Hundreds of birds made their nests in that bush. Sometimes I went there with other boys and girls. Some adventurous boys caught small birds from the holes of the tree. At times, we would pluck the mangoes, black berries and other fruits of the orchard of others without their consent.

Once a juggler with two monkeys came to our street. He showed monkey’s tricks which engaged our attention. The he-monkey fell in love with the she monkey but she-monkey refused to marry the he-monkey. Then he-monkey went to his father-in-law’s house after wearing colourful dress. These were the pranks which attracted me. I fully appreciated the tricks shown by the juggler.

My grandmother who was very much fond of me left us when I was ten. She loved my very dearly. She fed me very carefully with her own hands. Though my father often flew into rage, my grandfather prevented him from rebuking me. I used to sleep with her.

The fifth year of my marked the beginning of my educational career and the fruits of the tree of knowledge. The first day of my school is worth mentioning. I took two years to complete my course in that primary school.

Our family with all the members shifted to the town immediately. Here I got myself admitted to Class III of a High School in town. I felt that my school fellows, at first, did not accept me cordially. They had no brotherly feelings for me, as I was a newcomer. As days passed, I found a congenial atmosphere when they found me no less than them regarding studies, games, and cultural activities.

There are certain incidents which are still fresh in my memory. For instance, at the age of five, I got a severe attack of typhoid. Another incident which I still remember is swimming experience. It was Friday / Sunday when I along with my friends went for picnic. Some of us were expert swimmers, but unluckily I did not know how to swim. My friends dived into the river and compelled me also to do the same. Soon I was caught by the current of water and was carried away swiftly. There was every possibility of my losing life, but due to the valour of one of my friends, I was resuced from the current of water and was brought on the bank. I was really very much grateful to him because he gave me a new life.

What a time this childhood was! Everything thenappeared to me charming and life was as happy as anyone could wish it to be. Even at this day when I recall the happy memories of my childhood I seem to live that life over again in imagination. But it is only a pleasant reverie, and I soon awaken to the stern realities of today. Memories of all such matters and incidents of my childhood days are too many to be described in a short essay. I cannot forget the people and the things which helped much to shape my life. Today I only can say that gone are the good old days when I was a child.

    Childhood Memories Or, Recollections of Memories.

Childhood is the sweetest period in human life. It is innocent and pure. This period is really a precious and uncomparable asset. I am now a young man of sixteen. Still some memories of my childhood flash in my mind. Indeed, it is a pleasure to me to ruminate upon them.

When I look back to the days of my early childhood, I remember how my grandmother loved me. I used to sleep with her. Before I fell asleep, she used to tell me fairy tales of which she had a significant store. I listened to them with profound attention.

I remember distinctly when I first went to school. It was a new life to me, but I liked it very much.I made friendship with many boys there. I went to school with them and I enjoyed these very happily. All the teachers loved me very much. I did my lessons properly everyday. I was fond of reading story-books. I read the story books of Shakespeare, Rabindranath Tagore & Kazi Nazrul Islam. They cut a deep impression on my mind.

My grandmother became very old. She died when I was eleven years old. I loved her very much. Sometimes my mother rebuked me but my grand mother prevented her from doing so. I was quite safe there. So, I felt great sorry at her death. This sad event still peeps through my memory.

Once my elder sister's marriage ceremony took place. Then I was twelve years old. It was a very joyous occasion. My heart was filled with merriment. On the marriage day our house was crowded with friends and relatives. In the evening, the bridegroom and his party came. The band parties were playing on their instruments. A grand feast was given to the guests. I ate with all of my friends happily. Thus I spent the day in the midst of feast and delight.

My childhood days will never come back again. Those days are gone and gone for ever.

My days of childhood were really spent in happiness. I still remember my childhood days. Now I am a grown up boy. I can not now pass days so care-free as I did in the past.

THE DAYS OF MY CHILDHOOD

Man has a tendency to turn back to the past memories from the present. There is a saying that the lost days are better days. My childhood haunts me like a passion. Whenever I am sick of the present, I try to get relief in, the past days of my childhood.

I was born in the village Majhina under Narayanganj district. The river Shitalakha flows through the district and just at the east side of our village. In all the seasons, this river was a source of pleasure for me. We played together on the bank of this river, we used to row on the river, jump into it and swim in it. The village maktab was another interesting place in my childhood. An old erudite Moulvi used to teach us there. A large number of boys and girls used to attend the maktab every morning. We would learn lessons in a deafening noise. Many interesting incidents would happen while we attended the maktab.

When the school bell rang for break, we used to run in groups and wandered the green land before returning home. We stole fruits from trees that belonged to others. Sometimes, we would forget to eat our midday meals. There was a bush near our school. We always searched for birds there and if found, we would steal them.

During holidays when my mother went to sleep at noon, we went to the railway line. There I together with other children gathered pebbles. We watched with wonder how the train passed,I can never forget my childhood. It is the best period in my life. Life was totally care-free then. When I sit idle alone after the tiring day's work, my childhood memories make me nostalgic. That was really a joyous period in my life.