Introduction: The day gone is gone forever. Only memories remain in human mind. These memories make cry sometimes and make laugh sometimes. But we never can cut out them from life. For that reason, childhood memories are the sweetest in man’s life. I have also some childhood me1nories in my life.
My position: I was the youngest son of my parents. So, all the members of our family loved me very dearly. They bought me nice toys. My grandmother was very fond of me. She told me many interesting stories.
My birth and family: I was born in a small village in Mathbaria Thana. My father was a government employee. Ours was a simple house where lived happily in the midst of my parents sisters and brothers. There was another member of my family. She is my grandmother. She is very affectionate. She loved me most.
Paddy field: There is a ground in front of my house. Paddy and other crops are grown in the ground. The golden colour of the paddy, field is attracted me very much. The paddy plants touched me got mixed in the midst of beauty of nature. I shall never forget those moments of my life.
Games: In the afternoon I took part in games. Sometimes, I and my playmates arranged sports competition. The boys of far villages came to take part in games. Monir, Mizan, Nasir, Rasel, Somir were my close childhood friends and playmates. I shall never forget them and those days.
Village Market: Another interesting memory of my childhood is going to village market. I used to go to the market with father. It was one of the biggest markets in our locality. There were many shops in the market. I returned home with a bag of bought things.
School: My village primary school was also another interesting place. I used to go to school with my friends. We would learn our lessons with great noise.
Maktab: The days of my Maktab were very sweet. An old Maulavi used to teach us there. A large number of boys and girls used to attend Maktab every morning. I used to go to the Maktab every morning just after getting up from bed.
Stealing fruits and birds: I was fond of stealing mangoes, litchis, blackberries and other fruits in the company of friends in summer. In the bush, we always searched for birds and if found, we would steal them. One day, the mother bird attacked us fiercely while we were snatching her young ones away.
Holiday activity: On holidays when my mother went to sleep at noon, went to the railway line. There I gather with other children in the pebbles. We watched how the train passed with innumerable unknown facts.
Conclusion: How nice it was! I was at 1ny childhood days. The happy me1no1ies of those days still fill my heart with great joy. I always look for the days of my childh0od. But I know that it is not possible to get back I those days.