MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES//16-04-2021

Intro

First of all, I would like to thank you for giving me such a beautiful topic. In fact, everybody's life comes as a boy, our life goes on through this boy's time. Many people have many kinds of memories when they are young, in fact, when they grow up little by little, there are thousands of memories. But in the evolution of time many such beautiful sweet memories are lost. Many things are not remembered after growing up. Even then there are some memories in human life which are never to be forgotten, these memories leave scars in life. To remind from time to time. Today I will share some beautiful moments of my life with you, I hope everyone likes it and you will remember many memories while reading. Let's get started .......

Memories of the village

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My son spent the day in the village, where I would wake up in the morning to the sound of birds chirping, the chirping of birds, and I would go out for a walk with my father every day. In fact, I was in class 4/5 then. And those of us who grew up in the village know how beautiful and varied the village environment is from the city. In hot weather, the people of the village wake up very early in the morning. Since I grew up in the village, I am no exception. At exactly 8 o'clock in the morning, my father would call me and then he would take me out for a walk, we would go around our own fields and gardens. When I got very tired while walking, my father would sit me at home and walk around.

Daily routine

I used to walk around like this almost every day. Sometimes my father would take me to the river bank, but the river is a long way from our house. Sometimes I would walk on my own feet and sometimes I would sit at home with my father. This is how my morning goes. Then my father bought me a bicycle, a blue bicycle, the size will be a little bigger. I mean, even adults can drive. From then on, I would occasionally ride my bicycle around with my father.

Winter memories

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And the winter morning was a little different. There was a lot of fog in our village in the morning. There was so much fog that nothing could be seen around, so we had to get up a little late at that time. But getting up in the winter morning is a different kind of fun. There is a date palm tree next to our field, I used to get up in the morning to get the juice. It is a different feeling of love which cannot be explained.

Then after walking in the morning, I would come home and have fresh breakfast and go to school with my father. There is a different story of my school life from class 1 to 5. Which I am going to share with you now. School life started at my grandmother's house, because at that time there was no good school in the village. I have to be admitted.

Memories of primary school life

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In the beginning I knew that my father's school but later I saw that my father was also a teacher of that school. I was admitted there in class one and the class teacher of that class was my father. I was very scared of my father when I was young. Because my father was a very strict person in terms of studies. Anyway, my new school life started. Everyone in the school was very scared of me, because Speaking of Sir's son, this is why I didn't have many friends. But to be honest, I have been a very calm person since then. Anyway, I spent a year in this way with great difficulty. Since my father was very strict with my studies, I had to study very well. Especially the subject that my father used to teach me in a very good way. Because in every class there was a situation where my father would catch me reading.

One year passed like this, the next year I got up to class two with good results and I was very happy in my mind thinking that from now on I don't have to do my father's class anymore. I went to school on the first day happily. New classes, new books all in my mind I am very happy. I put my hand on my head as soon as I entered the first class, I see that my father is my class teacher again. There is no such thing where there is fear of tigers in the evening. I was in the same condition. I started the class again with pain in my mind. There was nothing else to do. After school holidays, I went home and asked my mother how my father became a class teacher again. My mother replied that it was for you. I mean, my mother explained that as long as I was in that school, my father would be my class teacher.

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