Childhood Memories Essay

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Childhood is the most innocent phase of man's life. With the passage of time, it fades into adolescence and adulthood. Yet the sweet memories of childhood linger on. My childhood recollections are those of a sheltered and carefree life, nurtured with love and concern. As I was the first child in the family, everybody doted on me.

My funny lisping, my innocent mischief and my inane talk-everything was a source of immense pleasure to them. There was never a word of reproach or censure against me. Once a distant uncle picked me up from my school and, without informing my parents, took me to a fair. When I returned home, it was quite late. I found everybody worried, anxious and apprehensive about my safety. A frantic search for me had
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The memory of the days spent during 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 always flies on its wings. I cannot enjoy those days again. It is this period that 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 his childhood period in his poems. Childhood, according to him, was full of pleasures, thrill and entertainment. As I am growing in age, I feel greater attachment and attraction for those days that I had spent during my childhood. I know that my desire of enjoying childhood again can never be fulfilled because gone are the good old days when I was a child and when i remember my childhood.

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