Thursday, May 14, 2015

Composition on My Childhood Memories or Days

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  • Memories days of my childhood 
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  • Some Recollections of my Childhood

Memorable Childhood Experience
My Childhood Memories

Introduction:

A thing of beauty is joy ever. I had been once a child. My childhood days were beautiful. It is really sweet to remember the days of my childhood. Now, I am a grown-up man. All my days aren't equally happy. So, I remember my golden childhood to feel happy again.

Childhood memories:

I was the youngest son of my parents. So,  all the members of the family loved me very much. They gave me everything. They took a great care of me. They brought me nice toys. My grandmother was very fond of me. She told me many beautiful stories. I went to the village market with my father. I passed a happy time there. My father bought me, sweetmeats. But those happy days are now gone.

I was five years old. Then my birthday ceremony was held. I was very happy on that day. Many relatives came to our house. They took me to their laps and kissed me. They called me 'Readoy Kumar Das'. They bought for me many nice things and toys.

I grew six years old. A Maulabi Shaheb taught Arabic at home. Then I went to a primary school with my father. My teachers were very kind to me. The classmates also loved me. They welcomed me with love and interest. I took my first lesson. That was indeed a new experience for me. I am now far from my classmates but I shall never forget them.

I grew then years old. I saw an important event. It was my sister's marriage ceremony. Our house was escorted very well. Many guests were invited. They came to our house. I remember that we all bathed in the small river.

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The summer days gave me great pleasure. This season brings with it many juicy fruits. We plucked these fruits and ate them. We ran beside the corn-fields. The whole day we roamed about the village. The village market was another place of great interest to me.  I would GO there with my father. Sometimes alone, I used to pass a happy time there.
“I WANT TO GO BACK MY CHILDHOOD DAYS”

Conclusion:

How happy I was in my childhood days! The golden childhood days peep into my mind. I feel that I was really happy in my childhood. I wish I could have my happy childhood days again.

My Childhood Memories or, Some Recollections of my Childhood

Childhood is the sweetest period of human life. Childhood memories mean some incidents of one's childhood days. Everybody is fond of remembering his or her childhood days and I am no exception to this rule. Memories, sweet or sad, come crowding to my mind now whenever I am left alone.

I hardly remember what happened during the first four years of my life. But so far as I guess I was an object of care and affection to all in the family. My grandmother was especially fond of me because, as she said, I looked so prettier and lovely.

Still, I shudder to think of the illness by which I was attacked with at the age of four. remember clearly that my grandmother and father open took me to the doctor’s chamber of the neighboring village. I did not want to go there. I used to fear that the doctor would inject me. And he did so. When I was ill, I remember clearly that my mother and grandmother often sat beside me and wept and prayed to Allah for my early recovery.

I fondly remember the day of the beginning (start) of my learning. I was they five years old. I was sent to village Pathshala. There I was admitted to class 1. I was already taught alphabet at home. This village Pathshala was an interesting place for me. It was very interesting when we read the multiplication table in the chorus.

But the day ever to be remembered by me is the day on which my grandmother died. It is the saddest day of my life. I was then nine years old, so I could not properly understand what death meant. My father was sobbing, my mother was weeping bitterly and my uncle was crying, but I burst into- a loud cry. Even now my eyes get wet with tears whenever her face flashes into my mind. I fondly remember the affairs of my leaving Pathshala and getting myself admitted to class iv into the village primary school.

Another important event that I fully remember was the marriage ceremony of my uncle. I was then twelve years old. Our house was full of guests, and I passed a few days in the midst of joy and mirth. My aunt is highly qualified. she is kind and loving too. Soon I grew Spain her favor and affection. She took charge of my education and became my guide and guardian.

Of recollections outside the school, the memory of plucking lowers, stealing mangoes, coconuts, etc. is still fresh in my mind. I had a fascination for picking up green mangoes during the storm. How happy I was at my childhood days! Whenever I am alone now, I cast a lengthy look to the past to the golden days of my childhood. I wish I were a child again.