Childhood memories paragraph

 

Childhood Memories

Nothing is more pleasant to him than the memories of his childhood. Whenever I am sick of the present, I try to get relief in the past days of my childhood. I spent my childhood in my native village. When I was six, my father got me admitted into our village primary school where I spent four years. On the first day when I entered the school-compound with my father, the children were enjoying here and there. My mind was troubled with fear. But the warmth with which my classmates received me dispelled all my fears. My heart began to beat fast when I was taken to the Headmaster but his smiling face and gentle words put me at ease. The teachers were very helpful. I have so many sweet memories in my early life. My playground was the bank of the mighty Teesta. In all the seasons this river had great attraction for me. Whenever I was not at home, I could be found on its bank. 1 was very fond of stealing mangoes, liches, black berries and other fruits in the company of friends in summer. Sometimes we would forget to eat our midday meals. 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. But happy days did not last long. My father got an appointment in a town school and moved there immediately with all the members of the family. The leaving of my native village is the bitterest experience of my life. Though I am now a young man, I still cherish the sweet memories of my happy childhood days spent in the charming environment of my village.


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