my childhood memories.

man often remembers his past memories .there is a saying that the lost days are better. i cannot remember everything of my childhood. but some past days and events of my childhood. most of them are sweet but some are sad.

i spent my childhood in my native village. i can hardly remember before i was five. the padma flower beside my village.my playground was the bank of the river. i always played there with my friends. i and some of my friends used to jump into the river and swim in it. sometimes we caught fish in it.

the village maktab was another interesting place in my childhood . an old maulavi taught us arabic. i first learnt alphabet from my grandmother. at the age of five i was admitted into a primary school with my father.my heart began to beat fast when i was taken to the headmaster. but his smiling face and sweet words removed my fear. again my class mattes received me happily.
i have also some sad memories. one day i was attacked with serious fever at five. my parents became anxious and took me to a good doctor. the death of my grand mother was another sad experience.all the members of our family were crying. i was also crying because he loved me very much.
i cant never forget my childhood . how happy i was at my childhood days! now i wish i were a child again. but it is not possible because those days are gone for ever.