Title: Memories Of Childhood

The memories of childhood have their own significance in one’s life. As one grows up, one feels more and more attached with his childhood, the best period of a man’s life. A child has no worries, anxieties or work. He is free from the dirty and filthy noise of worldly life. His motto of life remains eat, drink and be merry the charm of childhood cannot be forgotten. These memories leave an everlasting impression on one’s life.

Same is the case with me. When I recollect the days of my childhood. I feel very much delighted; it was a pleasant period which I spent in high spirits.

Essay: Memories Of Childhood
Essay: Memories Of Childhood

In my childhood. I was carefree, having no worries at all. I used to wander like a deer in the open fields enjoying the natural beauty in the pastures. There are certain incidents which are still fresh in my memory. For instance, at the age of five. I got a severe attack o typhoid. In those days medical science was not so much advanced. In the absence of proper diagnosis, I was reduced to a skeleton. After taking medicine for a sufficiently long period. I was cured. The doctor advised me to go to some hill-station. So, father took me to hill-station.

Once a juggler with two monkeys came to our street. He showed monkey’s tricks which engaged our attention. The he-monkey fell in love with the she-monkey. She monkey refused to marry the he-monkey. The he-monkey went to his father-in-law’s house after wearing colorful dress. These were the pranks which attracted me. I fully appreciated the tricks shown by the juggler.

Another incident which I still remember is swimming experience. It was Sunday when I along with my friends want for picnic to river. Some of us were expert swimmers, but unluckily I did not know how to swim. My friends dived into the river and compelled me also to do the Same. Soon I was caught by the current of water and was carried away swiftly. There was every possibility of my losing life, but due to the valour of one of my friends, I was rescued from the current of water and was brought on the bank, I was really very much grateful to him because he gave me a new life.

The memory of the days spent in my childhood is still haunting my mind. Although I do wish that those days, full of pleasure, may come back; yet I know that it is a thing of the past. Time is always on its wings. I cannot enjoy those days again.

It is this period which has often been praised by poets and writers. Recollecting past is to plunge ourselves in a state of melancholy. Wordsworth, the immortal poet of England and a great worshipper of Nature, describes in his poems, his childhood period which, to .him was full of pleasantries and pleasures, of joy and entertainment.

As I am growing in age, I feel greater attachment and attraction for those days which I had spent in my childhood. I am certain that my desire of enjoying childhood again will never be filled because, gone are the good old days when I was a child.