Growing up in a small town, my childhood days were filled with simplicity and adventure. The town was surrounded by lush green fields, mountains and dotted with cozy houses, where everyone knew each other. Summers were my favorite time of the year. I would spend hours playing outside and exploring the nearby woods with my cousins. The woods were our playground, a magical place where we built forts, climbed trees, and imagined ourselves as brave adventurers on epic quests.
One of the most memorable aspects of my childhood was the strong sense of community. Neighbors looked out for each other, and it wasn’t uncommon for someone to drop by with freshly homegrown vegetables. A nearby forest was a gathering spot for families, and many weekends were spent there having picnics and participating in community events. I fondly remember the BANKHICHDI : where all people from village gets together in fields and togetherly makes rice with ghee,curd etc. It was my one of the favourite outing of the year.
School was another significant part of my childhood. My elementary school was just a bit far away from home. I use to go school in a yellow coloured Bus.The school itself was a small, close-knit place where teachers knew every student by name. I enjoyed learning and looked forward to subjects like art and science. Field trips were always exciting, especially visits to the local museum and the science center.
Evenings at home were cozy and comforting. My family had a tradition of reading together before bed, and I would often lose myself in the pages of a good book, dreaming of far-off places and fantastical adventures. My parents encouraged curiosity and creativity, and I spent many hours drawing, writing stories, and tinkering with small projects.
Looking back, my childhood days were a blend of simple joys and the freedom to explore and imagine. The experiences and the sense of community shaped who I am today, leaving me with a treasure trove of happy memories and a deep appreciation for the simple pleasures of life.
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