It was a cold winter morning, and after a hot cup of tea, I sat beside the window. The chill in the air gave me goosebumps, but I was enjoying every bit of it. I was at my childhood home, the place where I grew up and became the person that I am today.
As I was looking at the kids playing on the ground, I remembered my childhood days..
How I would run out of the house as soon as it was evening, how I would play hopscotch, catch and cook, hide and seek, colour colour, red letter and what not with all my friends!
I also remember how I used to hate eating food, and my mom had to literally sit with me for atleast an hour or so to make me eat one chapati; and how I would go and spit it out when she wasn’t looking!!
I remember a few of my fancy dress competitions in school, where I was dressed as a butterfly, a matchbox and even mother India once!!
I remember my friend from the opposite building whose name I would yell from my window and she would yell mine from hers!
I remember an earthquake that had hit our city, how the furniture was shaking, how scared I was, but luckily no one got hurt..
I remember, how while running around the house, I had pushed the table on which the television was kept and it shattered into pieces!! The good thing that happened at that time was that we graduated from black and white to colour TV!!
I remember how I used to come running from school to watch ‘popeye the sailor man’, ‘the road runner’, ‘Dennis the menace’, and ‘Tom and jerry’!!
I also remember the floods which had hit our city, how everything in our house was destroyed in that, as we were on the ground floor; how we picked up of what was left and started all over again..
I remember the sports days in my school in which I would only win in the ‘lemon and spoon’ race.
I remember the petty fights that I used to have with my younger brother over various games like snakes and ladders, ludo and chess!! And then, he would come to me and pull my nose and say ‘chabbu chabbu'(both of us still don’t know what it means!!). And now looking back in time, I realise that how fast we gave grown up.. I have two kids now and he’s also going to get married.
I miss my childhood days so much..
If I could, I would put my memories in a penseive and live them all over again, like in Harry Potter!!
I din’t realise the tears in my eyes until my mom asked me , “What’s wrong? Why are you crying? ” I simply nodded and told her what I was thinking about.
She told me, “You know, I still can’t believe that you are a mother now. For me, you are still that little girl who runs out of the house in the evening to play..”
How true she was!! As parents, our kids will always remain kids for us, no matter how big they become, even if they get married and have their own children.
I consider myself very lucky to have had such a wonderful childhood, the memories of which are as fresh as ever, and which I can share with my boys when they are a little older and probably with my grandchildren too!! Material things come and go, but memories last forever.
I would too, along with my husband, try my best and give my children a wonderful childhood, the memories of which they can cherish and pass on forever!!
Dedicated to my parents..
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Author’s note : This post first appeared on mycity4kids parenting platform.