Man often remembers his past memories as they cheers our hearts and make us forget our sorrows. However, I cannot remember everything of my childhood. But still I remember some past days of my childhood. Most of them are sweet and some are sad.

I spent my childhood in my native village. At the age of five I was admitted into our village primary school. I went to 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. Most of the teachers seemed very good and helpful. However, I went to my classroom and all my classmates received me happily. During my childhood, I was very restless and curious. A strong desire to know the unknown always worked in me. Every day in the afternoon I used to play football with my friends. My playground was by the bank of the Brahmaputra. Sometimes, I along with my friends used to jump into the river and swim in it. Sometimes we would catch fish in it. The marriage ceremony of my uncle was a happy event that I can remember clearly even today. I can also remember clearly picking mangoes from the gardens with other children. Sometimes we would forget to have our midday meals. I also remember my going to the village market with my father twice a week.

Some bitter experiences of my childhood are also still fresh in my mind. One day I was attacked with serious fever at six. My parents became anxious and took me to a specialist doctor. They prayed to Allah for my immediate recovery. The death of my grandmother, who was very dear to me, was another sad experience. I still remember the face of my grandmother who entertained me with her fairy tales which I took to be true. Her death was a great loss for me.

All these childhood memories flash into my mind whenever I am alone. I wish I were a child again. But it is not possible because those days are gone and gone forever.