SCRIBBLING MY CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
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Juggling through the memories of my childhood I feel strikingly high and am tickled pink. Having the flashbacks of those priceless moments when life was nothing but fun leaves me with the unrealistic longing of reliving those joyful moments at least once before fate decides to permanently close the book of my life. Having spent a good deal of my time recollecting the precious memories of my childhood and laughing to myself ,now I decide to put on display a few pages of the book of my life so that I can share my overwhelming emotions attached to my childhood with you folks.
Well, there is no memory of my childhood that does not have my sister in it.Having the modest age gap of just two years, I always saw in her my best buddy rather than my elder sibling. And I’m glad to say that my childhood memories revolve around a person who is nothing but an epitome of perfection in all senses. I would not give my parents the credit, rather her, for giving me a childhood every child dreams of. Those good old days were filled with all sorts of activities, challenges, learning, and endless ventures. The earliest of the memories I have is of constructing and deconstructing building blocks. We had two huge knapsacks of those building block parts.And me and my sister used to drag them together to the garden and used to spend hours creating all sorts of castles, barracks, houses etc and made a fortress which we showed off to our friends. The best part was listening to my sister’s make-believe stories and then playing out the characters with the whole gang of our friends.Our gang was simply perfect.We all shared the same taste and none of us ever got tired of our everyday ventures. Unlike other girls our age we used to have make-believe terrorist attacks, natural hazards, coups etc. We used to act like warriors at times, doctors, scientists, even aliens. This lasted until my sis finished her primary education. Now that her English literature book provided us with ready-made stories,we had a ceaseless access to interesting and even a bit matured role plays from the books.The nerd that she was, she exploited our school library like anything. And thanks to her that even I started reading those amazing books which made our childhood exceptionally fascinating. I started with Enid Blyton’s The Magic Faraway Tree. Then followed Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, Harry Potter, and of course there was always an abundance of Chandamama, Nanhe Samrat, Champak, Tinkle, Tell Me Why, Reader’s Digest, Wisdom and all those ninja and superheroes comics. As we grew up these books were replaced by Classics which gave us pleasure that we were yet to discover. So our indoor activities basically composed of reading all sorts of books and magazines and discussing them. However our outdoor fun was nonetheless exciting as it always was. Our gang was admirable. I will never forget the role plays we had in the garden. It was the best of our outdoor activities when we were in primary school. The make-believe plays tested our acting skills, memorizing dialogues, creativity and cooperation.With no fear of what was about to come next we lived in the moment and enjoyed ourselves. Painting classes were the one that me and my sister took together. However, since I was more inclined towards classical dance and my sister towards music she was enrolled for piano classes and I for the Odissi dance class. We used to practice a lot and it undoubtedly gave us utmost pleasure. It was merely an activity I indulged in simply because I liked my teacher and was awe inspired by her never-ending appraisals however the fact that I am a trained dancer now fills me with both surprise and exuberance. Our curiosity for learning new things every single day filled each day with illimitable thrill and recreation. We used to make our science and art exhibition projects all by ourselves. Having working parents brings a bit of emptiness and heartache at times but it’s now that I realize that it is because of the unavailability of their presence that made us audacious and self dependent. The love for books that was sparkled in me in those juvenile days has now become a serious affair. When I look back I see a happy kid sitting with her sister surrounded by piles of books, giggling and serenity reflecting from her face. As I moved to secondary school and my paradisaical childhood was nearing its end I created a few memories that suit very well to the closing chapters of my childhood life. I learned cycling and everyday me and my new friends would go on exploring for hours together, laughing, cracking jokes, racing each other. I started to feel the rush. Be it the thrill of speeding past the road with a gang of friends during a heavy downpour, or chilling out in the chilling winter evenings, or trekking in the summers. I felt like I was witnessing a world I never knew I was even a part of. I was experiencing a new life altogether.I wanted to capture these priceless memories and hence I started writing…As time passed by I learned that writing is an activity that involves deep thinking, creativity, constant self-reflection, and literally makes you free. It brings you the freedom of mind and spirit.My childhood taught me that the best of the activities that can give you endless amusement are reading and writing.They were a source of exquisite pleasure then and I am sure that they will continue to impart the same for all the years to come.This was my childhood. Sweet and enchanting!