Written by: Pratik Dangol - 27009, Grade VIII
Posted on: 01 July, 2022
Today I can’t believe I'm in 8th grade. Now I feel there’s nothing fun in my life. Whenever I have free time I just memorise my beautiful childhood memories. When I was small I wanted to be big but now at this point I want to be small. As we grow up we are given with many duties and responsibilities, we are not excused for our problems. There are many future plans but no space for enjoyment. If you ask me, memories shall never die even if we physically are, but also we shall keep it in our brain or our writings. This is the only thing that can give us a little bit of happiness in our life.
My current life is to wake up, go to school, study, come back, and fulfill my tasks as a student. Happiness just enters during some days like festivals, rituals, gatherings, etc. My past happiness was everywhere I went, whatever I used to do. But now I am bound with many responsibilities and duties, the fear that is inside me is what if I am a failure to this world. The thing that mostly comes to my mind is the time when we used to play in our playground. There were many things to have fun with. No stress of assignment duties, nothing.
I really miss my old childhood friends with whom I spent my time. Among them only few are my classmates and very less virtually connected with. I am in the same school but the playground now doesn't exist. A burger house is made at that location currently. The point is development happens in front of our eyes and we move on forgetting our good days. There was a time everyone used to play/spent time with me but nowadays we are busy in our own world. At one point of time I had lots of friends but now many have migrated, many are busy in the virtual world and few are in my current/physical world with me.
Memories fade away after passing some time but I remember it whenever I can memorise it or note somewhere and read them. This is the only thing that makes me emotional and also gives a smile on my face for a brief moment. This article is not written to share my memories but to explain the importance of visiting back to the old days. Those reminiscences are only the things that we live for, rest are just for the sake of living.
