The Story Of My Childhood

The story of my childhood

The childhood story of everyone is really very interesting and also very funny. Not only funny sometimes it’s also pathetic. The street children suffers their childhood form the very beginning of their birth. But I was form a middle class family and I am the first child of my parents. I can remember one thing , most of the time in my village I sit on my father’s or uncle’s shoulder and they take me her and there. That was so funny and comfortable ride for me. In every afternoon my father give me one candy and I love that as a child. My mother was vert strict than my father. She always forced me to take the glass of milk. And I hate milk. One day I was suffering form diarrhoea , and also allergy. Then my parents took me to the doctor and he advised me not to take cow-milk, because I had the allergy in this thing. In that day I can not listen this news because I was not in proper sense. After some days when I came back to my home my mother did not give me milk I was very surprised that why she is doing this. Then I came to know this that I had a allergy in milk. That moment was the best moment of my life still now, I was the happiest person in that time. After that day my grand mother told to my mother that I don’t like that because I had the allergy. So not to give the things I didn’t like. My grand mother is my most loving person still now. She always understand me in my way , and never misunderstands.

After this when I grew up, I took admission in a school very far form my home. I was form a village and I took admission in school which is in a town. Everyday I had a journey near about two hours. I felt very tired after returning home and my grand mother was there for me to make myself comfortable and happy. My mother was also there for me when I took my coaching classes after my school. She always went there to take me home, because when I return form there it became night. She was worried about it that I should felt alone. So after finishing the each and every work of my home she went there just for me. But when I grew up more and more I was irritating about this matter. I never understood my mother’s tension. I was very angry that anybody don’t go there to take their child so why she went there.

After this period I am in my college hostel, far form my home. I felt so alone in my room there is no my any family member. Now I get angry if my mother don’t call me five times in a day. This changes make me understand that the family members are very important.