The memories of childhood have their own
significance in one’s life. As one grows up, one feels more and more attached
with his childhood, the best period of a man’s life. A child has no worries,
anxieties or work. He is free from the dirty and filthy noise of worldly life.
His motto of life remains eat, drink and be merry. The charm of childhood
cannot be forgotten. These memories leave an everlasting impression on one’s
life.
Same is the case with me. When I recollect the days
of my childhood, I feel very much delighted; it was a pleasant period which I
spent in high spirits. In my childhood, I was carefree, having no worries at
all. I used to wander like a deer in the open fields enjoying the natural beauty
in the pastures.
There are certain incidents which are still fresh
in my memory. For instance, at the age of five, I got a severe attack of typhoid.
In those days medical science was not so much advanced. In the absence of
proper diagnosis, I was reduced to a skeleton. After taking medicine for a
sufficiently long period, I was cured. The doctor advised me to go to some hill-station.
So, father took me to Murrree.
Once a juggler with two monkeys came to our street.
He showed monkey’s tricks which engaged our attention. The he-monkey fell in love
with the she-monkey. She monkey refused to marry the he-monkey. The he-monkey
went to his father-in-law’s house after wearing colorful dress. These were the
pranks which attracted me. I fully appreciated the tricks shown by the juggler.
Another incident which I still remember is swimming
experience. It was Sunday when I along with my friends went for picnic to river
Ravi. Some of us were expert swimmers, but unluckily I did not know how to
swim. My friends dived into the river and compelled me also to do the same.
Soon I was caught by the current of water and was carried away swiftly. There
was every possibility of my losing life, but due to the velour of one of my
friends, I was rescued from the current of water and was brought on the bank. I
was really very much grateful to him because he gave me a new life.
The memory of the days spent in my childhood is
still haunting my mind. Although I do wish that those days, full of pleasure,
may come back; yet I know that it is a thing of the past. Time is always on its
wings. I cannot enjoy those days again.
It is this period which has often been praised by
poets and writers. Recollecting past is to plunge ourselves in a state of
melancholy. Wordsworth, the immortal poet of England and a great worshipper of
Nature, describes in his poems, his childhood period which, to him as full of
pleasantries and pleasures, of joy and entertainment.
As I am growing in age, I feel greater attachment
and attraction for those days which I had spent in my childhood. I am certain
that my desire of enjoying childhood again will never be fulfilled because gone
are the good old days when I was a child.