Childhood is the happiest period in the life of a man. A child in free from cares and fears. He is so innocent that he is not aware of the vices of wordly life. He often lives in a dream land. How happy I am when I look back to the days of my childhood. Some memories of my childhood are still fresh in my mind. Some of them are very-sweet, but a few memories of my childhood also painful.
During my childhood I delighted in kites. I do not know why kite-flying had such a facination form. Whenever I got some money from my father. I bought kites. Sometimes my scolded me for flying kites, but 1 turned a deaf ear to her.
As I was youngest child in house, I was loved by everyone. My father was very fond of me. Whenever I asked him to buy anything, he fulfilled my desire at once. Though he loved me deeply, I cannot for get how he once gave me a serve punishment. One day his costly pen caught my fancy. While I was trying to write something with it, the pen was broken. When my father saw this he flew into a rage and slapped me so violently that I fell down. I still remember how I sobbed and cried on the lap of my mother for hours.
Inside of such painful incidents my childhood was very happy. I had no cares and fears. All my play-mates were my friends. All the members of my family loved me. When my mother fondled me, I thought that I was a prince.
The memory of my school days is still fresh in my mind. My friends loved and admired me. I never quarrelled with any boy. I always paid a target attention to my studies. I was never punished by my teacher.
Now the happy days of childhood are gone, but the memories of childhood are still fresh in my mind. When I recollect the days of childhood, I am lost in a world of dreams. I wish I were a child again.