My Childhood Memories

“Our sweetest songs are those that tell our saddest thoughts”- said John Keats. Childhood days are the sweetest period of human life. They cheer our heart and make us forget sorrow. My childhood memories are the experience of austerity of discipline and guidance. So, I often look back to my childhood days and try to gather joy from their happy recollections. I remember many things that give me joy even today and many others that fill my mind with pain. Sometimes, I want to get rid of those memories, but they still haunt me in a never ending process. They are the memories of my childhood that sing in my mind.

I was born in a middle class respectable Muslim family. So, I had to follow religious restrictions. I was put under the guidance of a Moulavi to learn Arabic and to learn to recite holy Quran. When I was five years old, I was admitted into the village primary school. There I was admitted to class one. Though the teachers were very strict, they loved me very much. They often inquired me of my problems regarding studies. My joys knew no bounds when I got first grade primary school scholarship. My parents and other relatives blessed me and prayed for my success in life.

After completing the primary education, I got admission to class six in a Govt. High School in the Upazilla headquarters. I had to walk two miles to go to school. It was a very pleasant experience of going to and coming from school. We used to go to and come back from school in a group. We did a lot mischief on our way. The painful experience arrived with my study hours. My mother did not allow me to get up from study before 10 pm. I did not like to study too much. So, I only looked on the page of the book, but did not read a single word. Now, I realize what harm I did to myself.

My village is on the bank of the Brahmaputra. On holidays, I along with my friends used to catch fish and spend a lot of time in the river. My mother often took me to task for this. But she could not stop me. At noon, when she slept, I went out to play with my boyhood friends beguiling her eyes. The memories of plucking flowers, stealing mangoes, lichies, black berries, and other fruits in the company of friends are still fresh in my mind. Sometimes we would even forget to take our midday meals.

The village market was also a place of great interest for me. I used to go there with my father on market days and enjoyed much. To my great joy, my father would often buy me sweets and toys. I must say something about my grandmother. She was very dear to me in my childhood. She often entertained me with funny and interesting stories. I listened to her with rapt attention and would become spellbound. She would lull me to sleep every night by telling me fairy tales which I took to be true.

Today I become reminiscent of my childhood memories and they fill me with joy and pleasure. I feel pleasure when I recollect the golden days of my childhood. How happy I was at my childhood days! Really, it would be very interesting if I got back those days again. Sometimes, I feel sad whenever my childhood days remind me ‘those days are gone, and gone forever’.

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