Memories of Childhood
Happy days, carefree days, simple days these are my memories of childhood. I do remember the angry stares, punishments, school day blues and never ending studies as well but they do not seem like bad days in retrospect.
I remember the time when we had a large group of friends of different ages who would gather to play “gallery” or “hide and seek” and I remember hiding and near the bathroom pipes behind a grill hoping that someone would find me but not before at least one other! I remember pony rides and rolling down hills, going to the temple for “Boondi”, watching scary films from behind the sofa, our little picnics by a creek, making our own all girls detective group inspired by the Secret Seven but limited to a meeting place, passwords and grub the list is endless. These escapades were from the age eight to twelve. Thereafter, I turned a little more docile and we did girlie things. tried to make all girls rock band, went for long walks, got to know about the birds and the bees and turned awkward and shy. Then came the late teens by which time I had a sense of humour and the awkwardness had gone and things were more under control or so they seemed.
Childhood, I believe, is enjoyed more when you reach adulthood and think back because as children we cannot wait to grow up and become independent. As adults we yearn for that selective independence that only childhood can offer.
