Essay On Childhood Memories
Introduction:
Man is by nature nostalgic. He is fond of getting back to his past again and
again. The present may be good but the past is golden. Nothing is more pleasant
to him than the memories of his childhood. A man cannot remember everything
that happened in his childhood. But certain events are stored in the
subconscious mind. They sometimes peep through the inward eye. Very simple and
trifle things are the center of attraction for a child. When a man grows up, he may laugh at those things.
The memories of my childhood haunt me like a passion. Whenever I am sick of the
present, I try to get relief from the past days of my childhood.
My
playground and the Testa: My playground was the bank of the
mighty river Testa. In all the seasons this river had great attraction for me.
Whenever I was not at home, I could be
found at its bank. There would be other children also with me. We used to row
on the river, jump into it and swim in it. I often saw the Testa in Fury too.
On one occasion when we were playing on its bank, suddenly patches of clouds
made their appearance in the sky and a strong wind began to blow. My companions
ran away in fear, but I did not. The storm made my heart dance with the surging
waves of the river. I gazed and gazed at its awe-inspiring beauty. The river
swelled up and dashed violently against its sandy banks. I shall never forget
the scene in my life.
Stealing
of fruits: I was very fond of stealing mangoes, lichies, blackberries, and other fruits in the company of friends in summer. Sometimes we
would forget to eat our midday meals.
The
village maktab: The village maktab was another
interesting place. An old Maulovi Shaheb used to teach us there. It was housed
in a small hut attached to the village mosque. A large number of boys and girls
used to attend. We would learn lessons with deafening noise, but our old teacher
did never threaten us. He was, infect, too old to do so. Though we did not fear
him, we surely love him.
My
first day at Madrasah: The next worth mentioning experience was my first
day at Madrasah. When I entered the compound with my father, the children were
enjoying themselves here and 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 Superintendent but his smiling face and gentle words put me at
ease. I was admitted into class 1. The warmth with which my classmates received
me dispelled all my fears.
The
village hat: Another interesting memory is the village
hat. The hat used to sit twice a week near a river. I usually went there with
some other children. The hat seemed to me to be a wonderful place. It was one
of the biggest hats in the locality. We used to take with us our little fund of
a few paisa and buy sweets from the vendors. After spending a few hours there,
we would come back after nightfall.
In search of birds: There was a bush near our house. Hundreds of birds made their nests in that
bush. Sometimes I went there with other boys. Some adventurous boys caught
small birds from the holes in the tree.
Activities
during holidays: During holidays when my mother went to
sleep at noon, we went to the railway line. There I together with other
children gathered pebbles. We watched how the trains passed with innumerable
unknown facts.
Conclusion:
I was sorry to be in town. But there was to help. However, I have gradually
adjusted myself to town life. I have now new friends and companions and am more
or less happy. But my heart aches for the happy childhood days. Childhood is
free from worries and has an infinite capacity for enjoyment.
