hi everyone; i still remember a few things i used to do when i was small!!i used to be a total freaky person,always asking my parents & elders to take me outside for a stroll!!and i used to be very naughty,but always kept smiling,thatzzz what my parents say!!and they say i never used to trouble anyone even if i used to be running down with heavy fever!!and i used to be a great fan of sweets,but touchwood never had to visit a doctor!!and i was real close to my grandmother who died just two years back!! haven't paid a visit to that place since then!!it seems that she will be still waiting there for me!! couldn't even meet her in her last moments!! letzzz see what others have to share about their childhood days!! ankush!!
Hi Ankush, Sorry to hear about your grandmother. I was very close to mine, too. She died years ago now, but I can still see her sitting on the corner of the couch, croteching(sp?) away and making wise cracks! Funny the things you remember about people; the way they smelled, the beard rubs my dad used to give us, my sister laughing about swiping a piece of my clothing, my brother crashing into snowbanks because he hadn't learn to stop on his skates. Mum making chicken stew and how great it smelt when I came in on a cold day after toboganning. The long, long summer days with nothing to do but play. Digging out the tar between the side-walk slabs, hopscotch, jump rope, swimming, taking the buses and subway downtown to walk up and down Yonge Street. The Exhibition, roller-coasters, the Zipper, candy floss. The kid next door who ate little green worms <yucch!> The man who dug up mushrooms in the park and carried a zillion keys that jingled and jangled from a massive key chain. The whole family walking to the dairy queen after supper for ice cream cones. The only quirky thing I remember is eating raw onions .. I was told I use to eat them like apples when I quite small! Still love them, but can't eat them like an apple now Thanks for posting.
hi jane; you had lotzzz of things to do!! and i also remember a few other things like getting stinged by honey bees when i tried to take back my cricket ball from them!!but i didn't cry and after that i was looking very healthy with a swollen face!! and i also remember this incident,when i and my sister were laying outside our house when we decided to pick out a few fruits from a nearby tree!!so my sister took hold of a piece fence wire and while trying to pick out fruits from the tree she didn't see that i was exactly standing behind her and she hit it on my face and a good portion of flesh was torn off from just below my lips!!and i didn't cry even then,but it was my sister who was crying and she got a good beating back home for that!! and i remember getting the 6 stiches which are still a bit visible from a christian church!!and the sisters offerring me sweets,saying that this is a courageous boy who didn't cry at all while they were sewing the stitches!! and i remember a small canal which used to flow near our house and we used to play a lot in it!!and we used to go to school which was 30kms. from my home in an army vehicle,for which we used to get up at 5:00 early in the morning!!and it used to be cold outside,so we used to take our blankets to school!! and i remember my school "St. Xavier's" where the farther used to give away a bronze cross to all those who performed well in all respects!!i tried my best to get it,but it remained a maze for me!! those were the days!! ankush!!
hey ankush, uve stirred up memories... memories which dont go by and shudnt go away. childhood... i ve wondered whether any1 ceases 2 b a child. i myself am like a child... and i think thats 1 of the things that make me go. this is the time 4 mangoes here.. and i remember the days wen some of us used 2 climb up trees 2 pick some raw mangoes and then relish them with some salt and red masala.. ymmmmm my mouths watering. i remember how v used 2 try 2 pick some mangoes from our skool and if the watchman spots us...he wud come charging down on us and shoo us away. once v had 2 face not only the keeper of one of these mango gardens but also the watch dogs who looked very ferocious. i had got hurt many a times in the process. mayb this summer i might go relive the past and try 2 scale down some mango trees.... but hope i dont get cot. thanx ankush 4 stirring up memories i feel really nostalgic now . so let me b with my thots 4 now and ill mail some more wen i get a chance. amit
hi amit; well i haven't lost my childhood!!and u know what my friends call me........ kiddo^^ and i really like that name a lot!! i sill don't stop troubling my friends at times!! and after all..... a great man is he who doesn't loose his child's heart!! but it seems this site is for grown ups,because there seem to be very less kiddo's out here!!it seems they have grown away straightaway and it also seems they have nothing great to share abt. their childhood days!! ankush!!
Hi Ankush, Nice post, makes for some good reading and comparisions across cultures. Jane reminisces about winters and we Indians talk abt hot summers and mangoes. I studied at various schools in India as my dad was in the army. So childhood memories are those of being constantly on the move, settling into new places and making friends and just when you get to know them and like a place it was time to move again! probably started liking that somewhere cos i never seem to be in a place for more than 2-3 years, and i love travelling. So a software job is ideal i guess. Some schools were in very small towns. One was a set of converted stables from the times of the British Raj which had snakes slithering in to attend lectures in the rainy seasons. it was worse when cattle from adjoining areas took shelter in the classrooms overnite. We had to negotiate small piles of cowdung in the class the next day! some pleasant memories jostling for attention include - going to sleep at nite at bombay, with the winking light of the distant lighthouse outside for company, inhaling the smell of the earth when the first showers of monsoon, travelling by train to kerala on our annual vacation - loved that rhythmic clickety clack of the train and the promise of summer hols that it brought! whew, better stop now. enjoyed this thread. Thanks Sajida
I used to setup my bed on the flat terraced roof of the house during the warm summer nights back in 80s. I would wake up in the middle of the night and lie on my back admiring the sky above. Being in the middle of the countryside, there was absolutely zero light pollution, and I could see bazillions of stars, most of the blue, but some of them red (red dwarfs?), a few satellites (most of them moving from north to south), meteorites (a few almost every night, they are not as rare as one would think)... Ah the good old days!!