essay on my childhood
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The childhood becomes happiest art of life. Everybody remembers and recollects the childhood days with pleasure even though one suffered agony or enjoyed pleasure in the younger days. A child never feels anxiety or worry. Childhood is a period of innocence and parity.
I was born in a middle class Hindu family. My father is a farmer. My mother is a household lady. I am only son of my parents. They looked after me very well. I visited zoo several times along with my parents. Those days gladden my hearts.
When I grew four year old, I joined school for my studies. I made a lot of friends in the school. My father taught me to speak the truth without fear. My teachers gave me a lot of love and affection. They taught as much. They gave us both worldly and bookish knowledge. I used to narrate incidents of my school to my grandparents, uncles and aunties.
I used to play with the children different games which gave us whole pleasure, time passed in those days always blissfully. Dussehra, Diwali, Holi and other good festivals we enjoyed much. In childhood we used to take interest in celebration of each festival.
I used to take apart an unforgettable incident in childhood. There was a deep dry well near our school which was surrounded by bushes and branches of trees. One day a young boy from our school fell into it, nobody noticed. Many of us playing nearby well heard moaning from the well and all the children ran away saying that a ghost from well is doing so. My father told me not to fear the ghost. There I recognized the body and reported to our class teacher. Immediately the boy was rescued. Our school principal praised me profusely for my timely action. This childhood incident I can never forget it in my life.
The childhood becomes happiest art of life. Everybody remembers and recollects the childhood days with pleasure even though one suffered agony or enjoyed pleasure in the younger days. A child never feels anxiety or worry. Childhood is a period of innocence and parity.
I was born in a middle class Hindu family. My father is a farmer. My mother is a household lady. I am only son of my parents. They looked after me very well. I visited zoo several times along with my parents. Those days gladden my hearts.
When I grew four year old, I joined school for my studies. I made a lot of friends in the school. My father taught me to speak the truth without fear. My teachers gave me a lot of love and affection. They taught as much. They gave us both worldly and bookish knowledge. I used to narrate incidents of my school to my grandparents, uncles and aunties.
I used to play with the children different games which gave us whole pleasure, time passed in those days always blissfully. Dussehra, Diwali, Holi and other good festivals we enjoyed much. In childhood we used to take interest in celebration of each festival.
I used to take apart an unforgettable incident in childhood. There was a deep dry well near our school which was surrounded by bushes and branches of trees. One day a young boy from our school fell into it, nobody noticed. Many of us playing nearby well heard moaning from the well and all the children ran away saying that a ghost from well is doing so. My father told me not to fear the ghost. There I recognized the body and reported to our class teacher. Immediately the boy was rescued. Our school principal praised me profusely for my timely action. This childhood incident I can never forget it in my life.
As well as I grew in my age, entered in the adulthood, anxieties and responsibilities gripped the mind and body. I experienced which time has been passed, that will never come back. Childhood is the first stage of human life, it is always very interesting.