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The Childhood is considering as the most
innocent phase of man’s life. Yet when I look back those innocent
days of my early childhood, actually I could not remember much. But those pleasant memories of my childhood linger on
time to time due to the incidents that I face presently. Those experiences that
I have gathered can be good or bad and therefore could be end up useful or
not.  I had some useful as well as bad
experiences and those experiences help me to find out who I am or in other
words, they define my personality.

My first recollection of my childhood is
the day that I was learning to ride a bicycle. Actually
I was quite enthusiastic to learn it because my elder sister was really good at
it. I can still remember how I felt when I saw her ridings without any fear. I
thought she is flying like a bird and I need to be one of them. That desire
made me to ride a bicycle. It wasn’t really difficult to learn it. My sister
gave me instructions as to how to do that and about a while I learned how to
ride it. But suddenly my sister took the little side wheels out of the bicycle
and asked me to ride it. I was sure and confident that I could do it. Then only
I felt the difficulty. I could not kept the balance of my body. I felt and bruised
myself several times and it hurt so much. But I never gave up. Finally, encountering
all the difficulties, I was able to ride the bicycle. When I grew up what I
felt was, if I need something no matter how hard that is, I always try to
achieve it. If I get a feeling to give up something, this incident just pop in
my mind and let me to achieve what I need rather than to give it up. This
incident always remembering me that there are ups as well as downs in our path
and we have to balance those obstacles in order to achieve what we need.

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Another
incident which I can still remember is the swimming experience. I would rather
say, it was an awful event which still has some adverse effects on me. One day
me and my elder cousins went to the beach and I was around eight years old so
that my mother hardly gave me permissions to go out. Most of all the cousins
were expert swimmers but unluckily I did not know how to swim. My cousins dived
into the sea and urged me to do the same. As I did not like to be their
laughing stock, I hide the truth and tried to dive in the sea. Soon I was caught
by a huge current and took me away swiftly. I can still remember how I tried to
keep my breath and attempt to come out of the water. There was a very
possibility that I could lose my life but due to the valour and bravery of my
cousins, I was lucky enough to save my life. Due to the terror that I faced on
that day, the panic that I got on that day still stopping me from learning
swimming. That childhood fear is haunting me and what I understood so far was,
I could not get away from that fear even though it has happened a long before.

At
the age of five years, I had to attend kindergarten. I can still remember the
first day at there. When I knew the fact that my mother is going to leave me
alone there, I felt really sad because there were lot of strangers. When my
mother left me there, I cried asking for my mother. There were around twenty
kids like me; both girls and boys. Some of them were crying and some of them
were talking to each other and some of them were just stayed there. As the days
went by, I made friends easily in the class because I am so talkative and bold.
Therefore I found company. I became happy again and used to go to the kindergarten
and it became an ordeal for me. One day, we; me and my friends were really
tired of the class room activities like drawing and pasting. Even my closet friend
was murmuring me that she need to go home. As she continues, I could not tolerate
her anymore and suddenly I yelled out “I am tired of this thingy, who needs to
go home?” without considering the presence of the teacher in the class room. To
my pleasure all the students, except few got up and started to pack their bags
to go home. When I memorize this incident, I could not even believe such an act
of mine; that I was such a bold person in that age.

There
was a swing kind of thing in the kindergarten playground. My friends and I used
to play this everyday each one at a time. There was a boy named Kevin, who was
really naughty and always treated others in a bad way. Moreover he was a liar.  One day when we were playing in that swing and
it was my turn. But he said to me, “It is my turn”. But I did not like to give
it up so I said “No you are a liar. This is my turn”. Then he scratched me and
then pushed me and I felt down. Then I stand up and in that moment, he pushed
me again and I was really angry. So I warned him, “If you won’t let me play, I
will hit you too”. He said, “Do whatever you can”. I was pissed off. Despising
the fact that I was a girl, I threw a stone towards him with the irritation
that I had without thinking about the consequences. He was hurt and went away.
Then me and my friends started to continue playing.

In
the same day, Kevin’s mother came to my house and accused me of hurting her
son. She was very angry and I can still remember the way she looked at me. She looked
at me like a tiger who is waiting to catch its’ prey.  I was speechless and tensed. I have never
faced such an instance before. My mother asked about the incident in front of Kevin’s
mother and I uttered her the whole scenario. Then as for the evidences, I
showed her my scratches and I was yearning for apology from Kevin’s mother saying
that, if I knew that something like this would happen to him, I would not do
that. Yet his mother shouted at me and my mother. Then my mother picked up a
stone and gave it to Kevin and asked him to hit me. Furthermore she added that,
“do it son, if you think you will feel better by doing this”. But Kevin did not
hit me. Instead his mother apologized my mother for all the shouting and troubles.
My mother patiently said, “As adults we should not fight each other just for a
tiny mistake of these kids. Today they fought, tomorrow also they might fight
yet day after tomorrow they will again play together. So then, why we should
blame each other. Let us make space for them to solve their own fights”

I
never forget these words of my mother and I can assure that I will never forget
them. Even though I could not understand the meaning of that at that time, now
I can understand what she meant by it. After that incident, I never ever deliberately
hurt anyone. Today, when I remind of that incident, I feel bad about myself. I
feel like, even though everyone praised me I am a good girl when I was a kid, I
still self-judge that statement because whenever I remind that incident, I feel
like I am naughty and wicked girl. Anyhow that incident changed me a lot.

In
nut shell, childhood or to be a child is a wonderful thought that we can accompanied
once in a life time. I now realize the value of the childhood and the events
that I remind of, demonstrate that whether the experiences we gathered are good
or bad, it will always lead us to a carrier.

My first recollection of my childhood is
the day that I was learning to ride a bicycle. Actually
I was quite enthusiastic to learn it because my elder sister was really good at
it. I can still remember how I felt when I saw her ridings without any fear. I
thought she is flying like a bird and I need to be one of them. That desire
made me to ride a bicycle. It wasn’t really difficult to learn it. My sister
gave me instructions as to how to do that and about a while I learned how to
ride it. But suddenly my sister took the little side wheels out of the bicycle
and asked me to ride it. I was sure and confident that I could do it. Then only
I felt the difficulty. I could not kept the balance of my body. I felt and bruised
myself several times and it hurt so much. But I never gave up. Finally, encountering
all the difficulties, I was able to ride the bicycle. When I grew up what I
felt was, if I need something no matter how hard that is, I always try to
achieve it. If I get a feeling to give up something, this incident just pop in
my mind and let me to achieve what I need rather than to give it up. This
incident always remembering me that there are ups as well as downs in our path
and we have to balance those obstacles in order to achieve what we need.

Another
incident which I can still remember is the swimming experience. I would rather
say, it was an awful event which still has some adverse effects on me. One day
me and my elder cousins went to the beach and I was around eight years old so
that my mother hardly gave me permissions to go out. Most of all the cousins
were expert swimmers but unluckily I did not know how to swim. My cousins dived
into the sea and urged me to do the same. As I did not like to be their
laughing stock, I hide the truth and tried to dive in the sea. Soon I was caught
by a huge current and took me away swiftly. I can still remember how I tried to
keep my breath and attempt to come out of the water. There was a very
possibility that I could lose my life but due to the valour and bravery of my
cousins, I was lucky enough to save my life. Due to the terror that I faced on
that day, the panic that I got on that day still stopping me from learning
swimming. That childhood fear is haunting me and what I understood so far was,
I could not get away from that fear even though it has happened a long before.

At
the age of five years, I had to attend kindergarten. I can still remember the
first day at there. When I knew the fact that my mother is going to leave me
alone there, I felt really sad because there were lot of strangers. When my
mother left me there, I cried asking for my mother. There were around twenty
kids like me; both girls and boys. Some of them were crying and some of them
were talking to each other and some of them were just stayed there. As the days
went by, I made friends easily in the class because I am so talkative and bold.
Therefore I found company. I became happy again and used to go to the kindergarten
and it became an ordeal for me. One day, we; me and my friends were really
tired of the class room activities like drawing and pasting. Even my closet friend
was murmuring me that she need to go home. As she continues, I could not tolerate
her anymore and suddenly I yelled out “I am tired of this thingy, who needs to
go home?” without considering the presence of the teacher in the class room. To
my pleasure all the students, except few got up and started to pack their bags
to go home. When I memorize this incident, I could not even believe such an act
of mine; that I was such a bold person in that age.

There
was a swing kind of thing in the kindergarten playground. My friends and I used
to play this everyday each one at a time. There was a boy named Kevin, who was
really naughty and always treated others in a bad way. Moreover he was a liar.  One day when we were playing in that swing and
it was my turn. But he said to me, “It is my turn”. But I did not like to give
it up so I said “No you are a liar. This is my turn”. Then he scratched me and
then pushed me and I felt down. Then I stand up and in that moment, he pushed
me again and I was really angry. So I warned him, “If you won’t let me play, I
will hit you too”. He said, “Do whatever you can”. I was pissed off. Despising
the fact that I was a girl, I threw a stone towards him with the irritation
that I had without thinking about the consequences. He was hurt and went away.
Then me and my friends started to continue playing.

In
the same day, Kevin’s mother came to my house and accused me of hurting her
son. She was very angry and I can still remember the way she looked at me. She looked
at me like a tiger who is waiting to catch its’ prey.  I was speechless and tensed. I have never
faced such an instance before. My mother asked about the incident in front of Kevin’s
mother and I uttered her the whole scenario. Then as for the evidences, I
showed her my scratches and I was yearning for apology from Kevin’s mother saying
that, if I knew that something like this would happen to him, I would not do
that. Yet his mother shouted at me and my mother. Then my mother picked up a
stone and gave it to Kevin and asked him to hit me. Furthermore she added that,
“do it son, if you think you will feel better by doing this”. But Kevin did not
hit me. Instead his mother apologized my mother for all the shouting and troubles.
My mother patiently said, “As adults we should not fight each other just for a
tiny mistake of these kids. Today they fought, tomorrow also they might fight
yet day after tomorrow they will again play together. So then, why we should
blame each other. Let us make space for them to solve their own fights”

I
never forget these words of my mother and I can assure that I will never forget
them. Even though I could not understand the meaning of that at that time, now
I can understand what she meant by it. After that incident, I never ever deliberately
hurt anyone. Today, when I remind of that incident, I feel bad about myself. I
feel like, even though everyone praised me I am a good girl when I was a kid, I
still self-judge that statement because whenever I remind that incident, I feel
like I am naughty and wicked girl. Anyhow that incident changed me a lot.

In
nut shell, childhood or to be a child is a wonderful thought that we can accompanied
once in a life time. I now realize the value of the childhood and the events
that I remind of, demonstrate that whether the experiences we gathered are good
or bad, it will always lead us to a carrier.

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