One can hardly forget one’s childhood memories whether pleasant or
painful. I can still remember my childhood very much. I was born in a village
in the district of Shariatpur where I passed my childhood. Many things happened
in my childhood days; but I cannot remember all of them. I can remember the
happy days with my parents. I often played with my mother. She was my best
friend and companion. My education began with a picture book. I could not
forget the very first day at school. My heart began to beat faster when I was
taken to the Headmaster. But his smiling face and gentle words endeared him to
me. The teachers were all very affectionate. My classmates were very friendly.
I was a smart boy. I was extrovert in nature. Every evening I played with them
in the field. I have many sweet memories of these evenings. I still remember
the evening of stealing mangoes from the trees of our own with my friends.
However, I have my bitter experience as well. One day while playing in the
field, I fell down and got hurt in my leg. It caused me a lot of trouble, I
could not attend my school because of terrible pain for a week. When I remember
my childhood, I feel a pulsation of both joy and sorrow in my mind.