Your Dreaming Childhood
Introduction: Childhood days are very memorable. Some are with happy days and some are with sad days. But my childhood was full of happiness. Often I recollect my happy childhood memories. It cheers my heart and makes me forget the sorrows the sufferings of my life. My Childhood Dreams As I take a look back on my life, I realize how great it has truly been. I had an absolutely amazing childhood and I am beyond blessed for it.
Birthplace: I grew up in a home with two loving parents that have been with me through it all and now of days that is something to be truly thankful for. I was born in a small beautiful village in the Gopalgonj district. The name of my village is Narikelbari and the name of the house is Madhu Bari. The village was my playground. I played with my friends and cousins. They are connected with my birthplace.
Our family: Our family was the joint family I had five uncles and aunts. We had an equal number of brothers and sisters. My parents taught me to strive to be anything that I wanted and that I could be anything that I set my mind to. As a family, ours is big in size. Our family is an agro-based family. These dreams changed throughout my life as I grew older and as I grew into the person that I am today. My boyhood and education were very controlled and systematic. My first learning started with my mother. But my uncle taught us all in the morning at night.
School days: When I was a child I would feel sad about the fact that I would not be able to live my dreams until I was grown up. Of course, that did not stop me. All I had to do was close my eyes and imagine that my dreams had come true. The days of my school were not sweet. One of the teachers punished us in season and out of season for a trifling matter. I am always afraid of that teacher. In my school days, I would feel very joy when I got a place in the annual examination. My mathematics teacher was very expert but he did not make me understand the hard task.
Memorable incidents of my childhood: Though I was born in a conservative family, sometimes I made some opportunities to watch village festivals. I liked to play all day long with cowboys, sometimes I escaped from school and moved in the natural sight. I often escaped from school to enjoy games and festivals. In my childhood, I was not smart. I believed all if anybody praised me and offered me sweetly. One thing still makes me laugh when I remember the incident. Once my father did not give me new clothes on occasion and I was very sad. But I showed my unhappiness without having any clothes. Perhaps, I may never be able to fly since gravity will probably never let me, but surely I can still dream of becoming an athlete or any of the other professions that I dreamed of pursuing, and try to live my childhood dreams for real, this time.
Conclusion: Every man has sad or happy memories of his childhood. When a man thinks over his life, at first he thinks about his colorful memories of his childhood. No one can forget the colorful happenings of his childhood memories. When I feel tired of my present condition I like to go the colorful time of my childhood with imagination.