My Childhood Memories- Composition
My Childhood Memories/Your Childhood Memories
Childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul—is a famous quote. Really there is no person who didn’t remember his childhood in life again and again in joys or sorrows or in a lonely moment. Everybody loves to dive into the sweet memory of childhood and wishes to find himself in that life. However, such is my feeling about my childhood and I think all the memories of childhood are the sweetest. Childhood was not merely a world full of miracles, it was a miraculous world. So, if anything was unpleasant, it was only in sense of the childhood.
I sometimes recall my childhood, especially in my success and failure. I wish I could go back to my childhood and restart my life. Sometimes I start laughing alone thinking what a trifling thing made me happy or sad.
I was born in a typical village by the river Meghna. In the vast green field mile after mile by the riverbank, in the picture-like village densely covered with flowers, trees, plants, and creepers, above all, in touch of nature was my childhood. I remember the playground where I used to play different country games like Dariabandha, Ha-do-do, Gollachhut, Kanamasi, Ganguli, hide and seek, football, and so on with my playmates. We also played nameless games while bathing and swimming in the river and often forgot to return home. The wild joy that I got from playing is unforgettable and incomparable.
Many of my childhood memories are associated with primary school and village Maktab where my best friend was my elder brother. We were serious students, yet were afraid of the result of the final exam. When I stood upper than my brother on the merit list I felt very pained for him. Once I climbed up a tree and started singing there. Suddenly looking down, I saw the Arabic teacher (Moulvi) of our Maktab was standing there. That day I was so ashamed that I didn’t go to Maktab for a few days.
I was ever-curious about everything in my childhood. I used to look for the nest of the bird. Once I collected a young crane from a nest and reared it for some days and then let it fly away. When a new-born baby cow or baby goat was born somewhere around our house, I felt much wondered and would go there to visit every day. I also sowed the seed of different flowers and vegetables and noticed every day how they sprouted and grew little by little. During the stormy days of summer, I always kept an eye for mango to be dropped down and picked it up. Now I learn that green mangoes are tasty only in childhood days.
With the commencement of the rainy season, water in the river rose day by day and, at one stage, reached near our house. Then I used to catch fish by angling and used to bathe in new water with a great joy twice or thrice a day.
Bhaishakhi fair was the long-waited occasion in the year where I spent all my savings to buy different attractive toys. The most pathetic memory of my childhood is having a sense of death. When I understood for the first time that, like everybody, I also must die, I often used to cry hiding myself but nobody knew why.
I think childhood memory is vivid and evident to every day and never to be destroyed. It is always the source of joy and personal education to all. It is always present with each as Julian Barnes says, “Memories of childhood were the dreams that stayed with you after you woke”.