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The Memorabilia of Happy Days!


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The Memorabilia of Happy Days! 

  — The days of valuable lessons learnt and new inspirations found!

“When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

Childhood days are something that would still put a smile on our face. Those limitless fun, endless laughter and happy memories… if I can go back in time, I would willingly accept it to enjoy the feeling of being a kid, once again. Those times in my life… the time when I didn’t have to fear about the future… when I could just enjoy the fun of the present…

I still wonder why I had to grow up to be this mundane, worrying creature, who ponders every next day of the life. What if I can go back and be a child again… so that I can recollect and revive all the memories and keep them safe. That is a big WHAT IF… However, thinking about childhood and the fun times of those memories… it always put a nostalgic grin on my face.

There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets the future in.

Graham Greene

Childhood, though, is not only about happy moments. It was also the time we had found new inspirations and new pastimes and learnt some important lessons that helped us all through our life.

Childhood wouldn’t be complete without bed-time stories and Rhymes. The first thing that came to my mind whenever I think of school-days is this rhyme… Mary had a little lamb.

Mary had a little lamb. Little lamb. Little lamb.

Mary had a little lamb.

Its fleece was white as snow.

When I was in the third standard, my English teacher would make us sing the rhyme every single day with the music. I would be eagerly waiting for the English hour, everyday, just so that I could sing ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb.’

We all would stand in the place and would sing along with our English teacher. She would have a stick in her hand and would wave it as she sang. Holding my best friend’s hand, swinging our hands to the pitch of the song and nodding my head as I sing along… it was one of the beautiful memories of my school days.

She was the first teacher who made me so interested in the language English. She was the first teacher who made me wait eagerly for a class.

 

The second thing I remember was this story. The Fox and The sour grapes. I still use the phrase ‘Sour grape theory,’ when some of my characters (from the novels I write) feel that they should give up, and making excuses for themselves.

“Literature is a textually transmitted disease, normally contracted in childhood.”
― Jane Yolen, Touch Magic

This is the first story I had read when I was in school. The first story that put a seed of desire for reading in me. I contracted the disease of book-addiction since then. That seed of desire is what grew into a big, looming tree of passion for the books and that is why I have become a bookworm now.

It also taught me a very valuable lesson… that I won’t reach where I want to go if I continue to make excuses along the way and trying to stop… Like if I want to be a writer… I must try hard irrespective of anything. I shouldn’t just give up, because some of the publishers had rejected me.

Childhood days… the memorabilia that would delight us… It is not just the memories of happiness. It was also the time of valuable lessons learnt and precious inspirations found!

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This post is a part of Kids Hut activity at BlogAdda.com

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