One can hardly forget one’s childhood memories whether pleasant or painful. A variety of things happened in my childhood days, but I remember very few of them. I remember the happy days with my parents. I often played with my mother. She was my best friend and companion. My education began with a picture book. I was about six years old when I was admitted to the school. My father took me to school for admission into class I. All the children were lined up for the interview. After some time a teacher called my name. I entered the room and he asked me some questions. After answering, he enrolled my name and sent me to the classroom. I became nervous as all the children were unknown to me. But within a short time, I found a boy who was our neighbor. It gave me courage. Then we talked and sat on the same bench. Then the teacher entered the room.