A recent chat with a friend has led me to remember many of my childhood memories. So, I decided to share a few with all my readers here.
NOTE – The pictures are random ones and not in any way related to the incidents.
When I was very young and had just learnt walking, there was a time I was learning to face my fear of jumping. Finally after many days, I made my first jump. From the carpet on to the floor. Oh, I was so proud of myself. I would flaunt myself to anyone who would hear that I had finally learnt to jump. It took me some time to realize that what I was doing was really not a jump at all.
During my young days, when I would go to swimming along with my parents, I never entered the pool out of sheer fear. This one instance I am told, that my parents were inside the pool and asked me to join in. My reply, “Andar aayungi tab jab swimming aa jayegi.”
This one’s from way back in allahabad. At my nanaji’s house, there was a small room which was the store/ironing room/phone room (the landline was there). I used to play on the phone there. Once, nanima was ironing clothes there and for some reason she left the room. At that very time, the phone rang. I picked up thinking I was picking the phone and placed it to my ear. I think the whole house heard my scream when the hot iron touched my skin.
Once when travelling by air with my mom, I was wearing a long warm jacket. It had extra deep long pockets. (We were travelling from or to Srinagar). Mom, I think left for the washroom and I started crying, being alone. The next thing I know, I was being called by the air-hostess and my pockets (all five) were filled with toffees. The cutest thing was the expression on my mom’s face when she saw me on my seat with SO MANY toffees.
I remember, when I was in 3rd, I used to travel to my school from the army canntt by a 3-tonne (vehicle). There the seats were arranged in rows of four, two for girls and two for boys. There was this ‘friend’ of mine, who I was always fighting with. We used to both fill in our bottles (and more if we laid our hands on them), and then empty it on each others’ head. My mom, also in the same bus (as she taught in the school) would always end up being disgusted by it.
Once in fourth standard, we all went to spend the weekend at my masi’s place. Her son is as old as me and her daughter is 4 years elder. After dinner, the elders retired to their rooms as all three of us went to one room. We had decided we would play the whole night. Within a short time, we got bored of the board games. A ‘genius’ idea struck one of us (Don’t remember who) and we decided to cycle. I was given my cousin sister’s old cycle. To ensure that we weren’t caught, we latched everyone’s door from outside. We cycled, sat in the park etc. for a few hours. When we returned, we unlatched all doors and went to sleep.
I had recently shifted school in fourth. In my previous, even girls wore shorts on sports days. Due to this, I did not have a white skirt but white shorts instead. My hair was also very short those days. My first day was sports day, as I was wearing my white shorts. Imagine when I stood for the morning assembly in the girls line, I was told by one of the prefects that I had to shift as the boys line was on the other side. Like a baby, I cried till the time my mom was called from the senior wing to make me stop crying. She explained to the prefect that I had stood in the right line and that poor girl must also have been very embarrassed.
The last one, for now, When I was in 6th/7th, the internet cafe was newly set up where Dad was posted. I had gone there for a vacation. I usually hanged around the library and internet cafe area the whole day. The son of one of dad’s colleague came to the internet cafe in the evening, post dinner. As it was a safe area, I was also there. The whole place only had me, bhaia and the receptionist who was busy organizing the library. While I was playing games online, bhaia opened ‘a site’. When I returned home that night, I told my mom that bhaia was stupid as he didn’t even know how to spell six as he had misspelled the vowel at the internet cafe. From what I remember, bhaia got a lot of beating for his ‘spelling error’.
Now it’s your turn, all of you, please share a cute childhood memory which you remember or have been told about.
Waiting for many many cute memories as comments.