My Childhood, like everybody, is full of events worth remembering. It is the pillar stone on which stands my whole being imagination, memory, fancy and the historical foundation of the self. Childhood be it pleasurable or sorrowful is always very attractive as though an addiction. And the one with a rich memory is more attractive.

Consequently, I, who have lost my parents, love and affection and the carefree life in my very childhood, feel an inevitable nostalgia when I think about it. Standing on the threshold of the alien world of adulthood, when I look back through my puerile imagination at my bygone days, I get benumbed by the charm of what I have lost. But yet I am proud of what I feel through thinking and think through feelings and my eyes are filled with tears. Oh! how nice those days were!

A wholeness of freedom within a limit, the care free pastime with brothers and sisters and parents and nature and pets, sensing the pleasure of love and affection. Sometimes, now, I cannot but wonder why ever I had to lose that childhood. But alas! nature works on her won way.