My Childhood- Paragraph
Childhood is the most beautiful and appealing of all life’s seasons. There may have happenings of all joy and sorrow in childhood but when we look through the narrow channel of mind at the lost childhood days of our life, all seem to be dreamy. My childhood days were also woderful. They were full of pleasure and pain. But now everything has turned into a meaningful story on a happy background. I was born in a village by the river Meghna. My playground was the open-wide field spreading front and on the bank of Meghna. I used to play different country games like gollachhut, dariabandha, danguli, bouchi, ha-do-do, etc. with my friends. Different seasons came to my childhood days with their impressive color, fragrance, tune, and melody which are still present deep in my heart. During the rainy season, when water covered the fields near our house, I caught fish there with others with angles and other fish-trapes. I also bathed in new water playing different unknown water-games. My first day at school is still transparent in my memory. During winter, mother prepared different delicious pithas and I liked to eat those sitting in the winter sun in the morning. I went to the Maktab of my village to study Arabic where, many times, we had to be beaten by the teacher (Huzur). During Eid festivals, our joys knew no bound which are still vivid in my mind. Thousands of such happenings of my childhood are peeping through my mind which needs a book to describe in. After all, my childhood days were all free, restless, and full of sweet joy. I passed these days as if I were a free pigeon flying in the sky.