When I Was a Child
English Essay on "When I Was a Child"
The good old days of my childhood have long passed. The boyhood has come and gone. I am now a young man. The childhood was a period of bliss. The memory of those happy days is still fresh in my mind. I recollect it when I feel the burden of life. The memory of those days makes mc forget my present, at least for some time.
I was born in a middle-class family. My father was a government employee. We lived comfortably within his salary. We had a small decent house, of course a rented one. I spent all of my childhood in that house.educationsight.blogspot.com When we had to leave it, on the transfer of my father, I realized how much attached I was to the place where I had spent my childhood. But I had to leave it, anyway.
I do not remember much of my early childhood except that I was greatly loved by my father and mother. I was seldom alone when awake. One of my parents was always by my side to amuse rue, uttering strange sounds and playing different tricks. My father took me along with him, for a walk, every morning and evening. I was a fortunate child and was the centre of my parents’ affection. I was the first-born and received their full care and attention.
When I was five, I was sent to a primary school. My parents had already taught me how to spell words and write them. I knew my lesson well, and my teacher praised me. He was kind to those who learnt their lesson but harsh” to those who forgot it. I attended the school regularly. I enjoyed going to school. It was a pleasant and happy time. Alas! it passed so quickly.
In the evening I played with the children of my age. The games we played were mostly indoors. We never dared leave our houses. My parents had warned me against two things going far from the house and playing with dirty boys. I admit that I could not always abide by their advice when I grew a bit older. Now and then I went away from my house along with other boys and was taken to task by my parents on return. But I got used to these mild rebukes and did not care for them.
Indeed, childhood was a good time. I had no worry and led a carefree life. I got what I needed. My parents were ready to fulfill my desires. I now realize that, sometimes, they went beyond their means to buy things for me. Their only interest was to make rue happy. It was the golden period of my life that will never comeback.
I was born in a middle-class family. My father was a government employee. We lived comfortably within his salary. We had a small decent house, of course a rented one. I spent all of my childhood in that house.educationsight.blogspot.com When we had to leave it, on the transfer of my father, I realized how much attached I was to the place where I had spent my childhood. But I had to leave it, anyway.
I do not remember much of my early childhood except that I was greatly loved by my father and mother. I was seldom alone when awake. One of my parents was always by my side to amuse rue, uttering strange sounds and playing different tricks. My father took me along with him, for a walk, every morning and evening. I was a fortunate child and was the centre of my parents’ affection. I was the first-born and received their full care and attention.
When I was five, I was sent to a primary school. My parents had already taught me how to spell words and write them. I knew my lesson well, and my teacher praised me. He was kind to those who learnt their lesson but harsh” to those who forgot it. I attended the school regularly. I enjoyed going to school. It was a pleasant and happy time. Alas! it passed so quickly.
In the evening I played with the children of my age. The games we played were mostly indoors. We never dared leave our houses. My parents had warned me against two things going far from the house and playing with dirty boys. I admit that I could not always abide by their advice when I grew a bit older. Now and then I went away from my house along with other boys and was taken to task by my parents on return. But I got used to these mild rebukes and did not care for them.
Indeed, childhood was a good time. I had no worry and led a carefree life. I got what I needed. My parents were ready to fulfill my desires. I now realize that, sometimes, they went beyond their means to buy things for me. Their only interest was to make rue happy. It was the golden period of my life that will never comeback.
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