Memory
I still get nostalgic when I remember any memories of my childhood. There are so many memories mixed in the excitement of childhood.
This is such a picture. This is a class routine made by my younger sister. This is one of the many memories of my childhood. As children, we used to compete in making class routines in this way. This is what our class teacher used to do as homework on the first day of the new year. We tried to make our routines more interesting than each other.
The world may be multifaceted, human life may be colorful: but nothing can be dearer to a man than his childhood. The real success of life may be hidden in keeping in mind that inexhaustible simplicity of childhood through pure remembrance.
Happy Childhood
