Composition | My Childhood Memories/ My Childhood Days

When we talk about the songs that touch our hearts the most, it's usually the ones that express our deepest sadness. Childhood is the most innocent and happiest time in a person's life. During that period, our hearts are filled with joy and we forget about sadness. That's why I often look back on my childhood and try to relive those happy memories. Even today, there are many things from my childhood that bring me joy, but there are also memories that bring pain. However, the sweet memories of my childhood still linger in my mind.

When I think about my childhood, I remember a time of protection and carefree living. Since I was the first child in the family, everyone showered me with love and affection. My funny way of talking, my innocent mischief, and my silly conversations brought immense pleasure to my family. They never scolded or criticized me. My earliest memory is when I fell down the stairs at the age of three. I was so upset that I cried for nearly an hour, despite my parents' attempts to comfort me. Finally, I stopped crying when they gave me ice cream and chocolates. Fortunately, I wasn't injured.

I can still vividly recall the day I started school. It was a whole new experience for me, but I enjoyed it a lot. I made friends with many boys there and going to school with them became a joyous routine. My teachers liked me a lot, and they never scared or punished me. I did my lessons diligently every day. I also had a fondness for storybooks, especially those about the Quran and the Hadith. Reading about the struggles of freedom fighters often brought tears to my eyes.

When I was ten years old, I went with some boys to a nearby village without informing my parents. We stayed out until it was very dark, which made my parents extremely worried. They searched everywhere but couldn't find me. Finally, when they saw me coming back late at night, my father became furious. He grabbed my arm tightly and was about to hit me when my mother intervened to protect me. I escaped with a stern scolding. Fathers, even though they love their children, can be strict, but mothers are always gentle. I liked my mother more than my father because she always shielded me from my father's anger.

I still remember the days when I was learning to ride a bicycle. I fell and hurt myself many times, but I never gave up. Eventually, I was able to join my friends as we rode around the neighborhood.

When I was young, I didn't like my school teacher because he would sometimes hit me. It's a good thing that they don't do that anymore. We had to wake up early in the morning and go to school. Initially, like most boys, I didn't want to get up early, but because I enjoyed studying, I started to like going to school.

The village market was also a fascinating place for me. It would take place twice a week in the center of the village. I would go there with my father on market days and have a great time. To my immense joy, my father would often buy me sweets and toys.

One interesting memory I have is about stealing fruits. I loved stealing mangoes, litchis, blackberries, and other fruits with my friends. One day, we went to steal mangoes from a certain tree, but the owner caught us with the mangoes. We were trembling with fear, but the man didn't do anything to us. I will never forget that memory.

My childhood days were truly filled with happiness. It would be so wonderful if I could go back to those days again. The only sad event was the death of my grandmother. I had no worries or anxieties back then. I only thought about eating, reading, playing, and wearing colorful clothes and beautiful shoes. Now that I'm grown up, I can't experience those carefree days anymore.