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 haunts 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 cannot remember everything that happened in his childhood. But certain events are stored in the sub - conscious mind. They sometime peep through mind's eye. Very simple and trifling thing are the centre of attraction for a child. When a man grows up, he may laugh at those thing.
My playground was the bank of the mighty podma. In all the seasons this river had great attraction for me. Whenever l was not at home, l could be found on its bank.
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 next worth mentioning experience was my first day at school. When l entered the compound with my father, the children were enjoying themselves here an 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 I. The warmth with which my classmates received me dispelled all my fears.
There was a bush near our house. Hundreds of the birds made there neats in that bush, Sometimes I went there with other boys. Some adventurous boys caught small birds from the holes of the tree.
Childhood is free from worries and has infinity capacity for enjoyment.