Childhood Memories
Sweet are the memories of childhood days. They cheer our heart and make us forget sorrow. So I often look back to my childhood days and try to gather joy from their happy recollection. I was born a Hasan Nagar, a small beautiful village of Kushtia. My family consisted of my parents, myself, my sister, a cousin and my grandmother. My grandmother was very dear to me because she told me nice nursery rhymes and fairy tales. I wandered through the village and played about with my friends. My recollection is of a small park near our primary school where the children of the locality were taken out every afternoon. I became intimate with some I met there and that intimacy continues still. It was there that I first saw a bear and a monkey. I could not forget the very first day at school. When I entered the compound with my father, the school had not begun yet; so 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 headmaster. But his smiling face and the gentle world put me at my ease. I was admitted to class two. Really the childhood memories are very charming.
Same composition collected from another book
One can hardly forget one’s childhood memories whether pleasant or painful. I can still remember my childhood very much. I was born in a village in the district of Habiganj where I passed my childhood. Many things happened in my childhood days; but I cannot remember all of them. I can remember the happy days with my parents. I often played with my friend, Jony. He was my best friend and companion. Among others, Rony, Sumon, Shohel, Rubel and Masud were also my childhood playmates. They played and behaved with me very nicely. My education began with a picture book. I could not forget the very first day at school which was a better experience to me. My heart began to beat faster when I was taken to the Headmaster. But his smiling face and gentle words endeared him to me. When I remember my childhood, I feel a pulsation of joy in my mind.
Same composition collected from another book
In my childhood days, I was raised in a big joint family. In the family, I had my grand-parents and a lot of uncles and aunts. The years were much pleased. My grand-parents, uncles and aunts loved me very much and took great care of me. My uncles took me to the market and fairs. They bought me toys and dresses. I had a lot of cousins. I played with them. Sometimes, we even quarrelled. Then I studied in the nearby primary school. I had a lot of classmates. I played with them. It was a joy to go to school. In those years my father stayed abroad for a few years. When he returned he started business in Chittagong town and rented a house there.