Paragraph: My Childhood Memories

My Childhood Memories

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 the 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 in the past days of my childhood .

A man can not remember everything that happened in his childhood . But certain events are stored in the sub - conscious mind . They some time peep through minds eye . Very simple and trifling things are the centre of attraction for a child . When a man grows up , he may laugh at those things .

My playground was the bank of the mighty Teesta . In all the seasons this river had great attraction for me . Whenever I was not at home . I could be found on its bank . I was very fond of stealing mangoes , lychees , black berries and other fruits in the company of friends in summer . Sometimes we would forget to eat our midday meals.

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 .

The next worth mentioning experience was my first day at school . When I entered the compound with my father , the children were enjoying themselves here and there . My mind was troubled with fear that I might not be quite free and easy in their midst . My heart began to beat fast when I was taken to the Headmaster but his smiling face and gentle words put me at ease . I was admitted into class. The warmth with which my classmates received me dispelled all my fears .

Another interesting memory is the village hat . The hat used to sit twice a week near a river . I usually went there with some other children .

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 trees .

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 how the trains passed with innumerable unknown facts .

Childhood is free from worries and has infinite capacity for enjoyment .

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