Childhood is human's most precious part of life. A part that passes quite unknowingly and we started missing it from the time we understand it’s lost.

One precious memory of my childhood is visiting grandparents during summer vacations. As they lived in small village far away from the busy life of Dhaka city. I used to go there with my parents and sometimes with my uncle and stayed for some days. I liked the journey very much. The journey was actually in two parts. First part was a bus journey and second part was launch journey. The views of roadside were welcoming. It was like a symbol of vacation I would be able to enjoy. The sunlight is the crop field, the rood side markets, the crowd in the middle stopages was looked cheery to me. Then the launch terminal came where bus usually stopped. The launches were not very big there. My parents wished that I sat with them but I liked to stand by the side of river and watched the wave goes by. Sometimes small fisherman's boats went by and I could get a glimpse of their fishing. When we reached there I found my grandfather waiting for us. We went to my grandparent’s house then. There my grandmother was waiting with lots of food. The building was one stored with tinned roof. There was lots of space around. So that I could play in a wide space with my cousins. When I stayed there sometimes I went to crop fields to visit. I saw the farmers working hard for their crops. There was a bank of river not very far. My uncle used to take me there. Sometimes we hired small boats and roam on water. My uncle cached fish my fishing rods and I watched. Whenever I went there we used to come back after watching sunset. My grandfather sometimes took me to the weekly Hut. On a hut day the almost whole village gathers up there with a festive mood. It looked like little fair to me. I grasped the hand of grandfather tightly because I always feared lost in there. That was a sweet memory I still enjoy remembering. My grandmother made very delicious cakes and sweets for us. I miss those still.

Admitting into school and my first day at school is very memorable day for me. I was first home schooled by my mother. One day my father told me I had to appear on admission test to get admitted to a school. The admission test would be one month from then. So my mother started working hard for me. I knew both English and Bengali alphabet and some rhymes. Mother taught me many words with proper spelling. Thus my mother prepared me for the test. When ever I thought about that test I felt scared. Because it was all new to me then. On the admission test day my father took me to the school. Though i was scared it felt good when I saw that building. There was a large green play ground in front of it for which I felt more interested. I thought if I could read here I'll be able to play in the ground. There was a pond beside the field also. There were some lines in the field for us. In line I entered into the building with other kids. With a bell rang I was given question paper. Though I was scared I found the question quite easy to answer. After sometimes another bell ranged and it meant the end of the examination. I came back home. After some days father came into house and congratulate me. He told me I've passed in the admission test and my class would begin on the next month. I felt very happy then. I and mother spent next few days buying new books and my school dress. I was very eager for my classes. At first day I went to school with both of my parents. They reached me to the class. I sat with the other boys. We all were a bit scared and bit happy. When the teacher came we all stood up. Then we sang the national anthem with the teacher. Then he called us by roll. Then he wrote some rhyme in the black board and we read it loudly. Then after sometimes bell rang and the class ended. After the class I chatted with the boy’s sited around me. As it was our first day there were no other classes. So this was how my first day ended and I still remember it.

Riding bicycle is a remembering event of my childhood. It was a red bicycle. My uncle presented me on my birthday. Before that I never rode a cycle before. There was little space in front of my house. I started practicing there. When I first rode it I just fall off. I could not take the balance. I fall off and got some scratches. The next day I again tried and I again fall off and cut my skin. My mother got very angry with me. She locked the cycle; she didn’t want to see me hurting myself. So she locked the cycle. I was very eager to cycling. My father understood my problem and found a solution to it. He added two extra little supporting tire so that I could practice. I started practicing with those extra help. I didn't fall off after that. I was very happy that time. I could ride the cycle alone in the space before my house. I rode in the afternoon. After sometimes when became used to riding father helped me balancing. He removed the supporting tires and holds the cycle himself. He let me go till the cycle shatter and I started to fall. He again quickly hold so that I wouldn't fall off. Thus after practicing I finally learned to ride. Most of the time I rode in the home premises but sometimes I went to the roads out side my house. It was a secret because it was a bit risky act. My mother wouldn't have permitted that. Even one day she caught me on the road. She became very angry. She wanted to lock my cycle forever. When my father heard this he also got angry. My father told me not to rode in the roads cause I was so young inexperienced. I then promised my parents I wouldn't do that again and they gave my cycle back. Thus I learned the lessons of riding bicycle. After some years I grew older and changed that cycle I got another decent good one. But when I remembered it I miss it. Those were the happy days of my life.

Another glimpse of my childhood I can get still is of a family picnic. I with my parents attended that with my uncles’ aunties and cousins. It was actually a family get together. We went to the National Shishu Park. It’s on Shahbag. As a kid I had great affection for Shisupark. When I was a child there were not any other amusement parks in Dhaka. Even there were actually no other places for children. When ever I got a chance to go there I enjoyed a lot. The whole place looked too big to me. On the day I waited outsides with my cousins when uncle bought the tickets. Then we entered. We waited for the rides in small lines before the ride. I enjoyed the toy train mostly. It was a bit scary for me. The train entered in a black cave. Before entering it rounded in a small train line under the shiny sky. But when the train entered to the cave all went dark. There were ghostly sounds and scary lights. I hold my mothers hands very tightly. Hearing the scary sounds some kids in the train started crying. There were hands moving in the dark. I felt very scared. After some more scary moment the train moved out from the cave and I became relieved. Later father told me that there was nothing to fear. There were actually some humans who created those fearful environment. And there was no actual ghost or anything fearful. I also rode the toy plane which moved fast around the center. There was a little cinema theater there. Where we watched 3D movies. I can remember a glass was given to see through it. Big scary dinosaurs coming in real before us. The sounds were very fearful. I think I screamed in fear. I thought it was the real dinosaurs. I still laugh a lot when I remembered those. Later I knew that was all camera effects. There was nothing to be feared. After riding some rides we all sat and ate food brought by mother and aunts. It was a great day to remember.

When I was a child all my birthdays were celebrated greatly in my house. All of them were very happy moments for me. One I greatly remembered was my tenth birthday. I was in class three then. On the very day I woke up in the morning and found my parents beside my bed. They wished me happy birthday with smiling face. I also found my aunt with them. She also wished me. I had my school on that day. But father said as it was my birthday I could stay at home if I like. All of this was great surprise to me. I couldn't remember my birthdays then. It was my parents who remembered that. They said there would be a party in the evening. I felt very happy. I didn’t go to the school. Aunt brought me a present. It was a video game. I played for sometimes in it. After sometimes mother told me to go to the shopping with aunt. As there would be a birthday party decorating stuffs were needed, so we went to nearby market for the shopping. We visited some shops and bought colorful papers, lots off balloons and some other stuff as well. A banner with happy birthday bearing my name was also bought. Then we returned home. Returning home there I found real surprise. My grandparents were there waiting for me to surprise. They came to Dhaka all the way from village for my birthday. They came the previous day and stayed in my uncles house. It was a real surprise. They also brought me presents. I sat with them. They show me some pictures of my past birthdays. They also told me stories from my past. Mother was cooking food for the party. Whole house was in party mood. I help decorating the house with my aunts. After sometimes some other relatives came. I played with my cousins. In the afternoon father came from work with my birthday cake. It was very big. In evening my school friends came with their parents. My parents invited them. There were lots of presents for me. After sometimes when the entire guest arrived we cut the cake. All sang happy birthday to me. Some photographs were taken. Mother serve food and everyone ate happily. Then I opened my presents. Thus the day was passed with joy.

Childhood is a time when we can make silly errors and learn to correct it. Thus we build our life. I enjoyed my childhood and still miss those days. I wish I could be going back to those days.