We experience many things right from our childhood. Childhood memories reminds us our childhood days. When we grow up, we miss childhood days very much. Like everyone’s childhood mine was full of pleasures, explorations, innocence.
I can remember some events from the age of three. When I was three years old, my parents would carry me up in their arms whenever I used to cry.
My grandmother used to oil throughout my body. Unlike other children I was calm and loved peace. My parents used to surprise when I was found still in same place they left me for a while. When I was four years old, the neighboring friends used to come to my house.
My father used to play music through radio. I used to dance with all my friends. Some elders gave me balloons and chocolates. When I remember those days I wish I could go back to the past. Childhood memories pull me when I see children playing in their own worlds.
Childhood is filled with innocence and exploration.
I used to wonder about all the things that I used to see. And I used to smile looking at toys that would run through a remote. I used to play video games when I turned eight. I was obedient and sincere. I used to obey my parents and studied well. I used to draw a lot during childhood.
Later on it shifted to writing poems and stories. I could not leave my parents even for a short time. I used to cry when a unknown face tried to carry me for a while.
I liked eating rice with milk and banana. I did not like meat so much. My parents used to take me wherever they used to go. I used to become happy when I was taken to new places. When my younger brother born I had become surprised.
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