Those beautiful days of childhood!

No matter how old or matured we become, a nursery rhyme, a moral story or a fairy tale has that tremendous power to take us back to those beautiful childhood days. Those days when mom used to read bedtime stories to me before I went to bed and the rhymes which were more endearing than any songs.  The best part of those stories was the morals which shaped us to be the person we are today.

It is difficult to choose my favorites among those plenty of nursery rhymes, moral stories and fairy tales. However, I can associate some of my best childhood memories with “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” and the story of “Little Red Riding Hood”.

When I watched this video, I felt that this little girl is no one else but me when I was a little kid. My favorite rhyme has always been “Twinkle twinkle little star…how I wonder what you are”. I used to annoy my mother a lot in my childhood when she used to feed me dinner. I used to run all around the house so that I don’t have to eat. In order to make me sit quietly at a place, my mom used to take me near the window. She would tell me to count the stars in the sky and at that time when I became busy counting the stars, she used to feed me dinner. I was always so fascinated with these twinkling of the stars and whenever anyone would tell me to say a rhyme, I would recite this one for sure.

Watching this video of “Little Red Riding Hood” also brought back plenty of fond memories. I was in class 1 and there was this fancy dress competition in my school. My favorite color was red and so my mom dressed me up as Little Red Riding Hood. I wore a beautiful red frock and a red scarf on my head. I carried a basket and looked like Red Riding Hood. The dress suited me so much that I remember that I won the second prize for this fancy dress competition.  I also remember that after I heard this story, I never talked to strangers in my childhood. The moral of the story “You should never talk to strangers and listen to your parents” pierced through my mind quite well.

It was really a pleasure watching these lovely videos in http://www.youtube.com/kidshut and recollecting the affectionate memories of childhood days. 

 

One of my fav childhood picture...when I was three years old

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Without a child's laughter, a house looks like an arid desert!

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A home looks so vibrant and joyful with a child’s laughter, pranks and playfulness. The topic “A healthy child makes a healthy home” reminded me of so many incidents from my life. 

An incident when I was a child

I was a very talkative, naughty and a vivacious child. When I was about eight or ten years old, I used to eat a lot of ice creams whenever I was invited to a birthday or a marriage party. I used to escape the eyes of my mother and gulp down 2-3 ice creams at a go. And then, the next morning I would wake up with tonsillitis, broken voice, cold and fever.

I was no longer a chatterbox as my throat and mouth would hurt every time I would try to speak. My house abruptly transformed into a dull and sullen abode without my giggles and blabbering. My mother would read stories for me from a collection of short stories and I would listen to her in pain. My mother’s face would have shades of woe, suffering and pain as I couldn't question her at all when she was reading the story. On normal days, I would have annoyed her with multiple questions.

I can still remember the pain stricken face of my mother and father. My silence really jabbed their hearts. And after I recovered, they took special care so that I don’t get to eat a single ice cream. 

An incident of my two year old neighbor

My neighbors have a sweet and pretty two year old daughter, Rupsha. I go to visit her often, whenever I get time. She is a powerhouse of energy. My grandmother tells me that I have been just like her in my childhood. She never stops talking and loves to sing and dance.

If I am going through a tiresome day, I just need to visit her and all my tiredness would vanish miraculously. However recently, she fell from the bed and had a fracture in her arm. She would keep crying in her house out of pain. I went to visit her twice but I was totally taken back by the ambiance of my neighbor’s house. It felt as if a beautiful flower garden which was inhabited by the chirpiest birds was replaced by a deadly desert.

There were no laughter and happiness in their house. My neighbors looked lost and pathetic and the little baby wept in pain every now and then. My eyes became clammy at the sight.

I realized why my parents would forbid me to eat ice creams and scold me when I got drenched in rain. I remembered how my parents almost got a heart attack when I got stitches in my head after falling from the swing.

When a child is healthy, he or she spreads happiness all around the house. The parents of the child are always brimming with energy and enthusiasm with their child’s pranks and mischievous activities. A house that has a healthy child is always booming with laughter. Children suffer from cold, sore throat and fever very often. Therefore every parent must give Dabur Chyawanprash to their children which will boost their immunity and make them less susceptible to the common cold. A healthy child really makes a healthy home. Without a child's laughter, a house looks like an arid desert.

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