Childhood: The Best Phase in Life Essay

If thither exists only nonpareil truth in this world than its the fact that there are no days like childhood. Childhood is the best phase of all(prenominal)ones life. The good thing about those days is we are immature. Immature to genuinely understand the world, immature to understand relationships. Perhaps one chocolate is more than enough to make someone our friend. When some one asks us to choose mingled with a hundred rupee note and few iron coins, the child in us shall always choose the iron coins.We have been given awful power of weeping that is sufficient to melt anyones heart. I was the naughtiest child anyone can ever imagine. I had been a reason of irritation for many of my relatives and neighbours. This offer of mine is dedicated to my favorite hobby of that time, The hobby of pressing doorbells. I remember there didnt exist a single house in my colony which was not a victim of my hobby. The worst of all had to bear by Sharma Uncle, whose door bell got sick of ringin g.There were nearly twenty houses amongst the place my school bus dropped me and my home. There existed a timetable of on which day which housess bell need to be rang. But as said by someone that all bad things come to an end one day, so does good that include my hobby. It was an ordinary summer noon. My vacations were going on and I were enjoying the vacations. My paternity had gone office and I was all alone with my mom in my big and sweet home. My mom asked me to bring wiper from a nearby shop.When I got out, I found that street were all empty without any human soul and the whole universe including the street were convincing me that there caouldnt be a better time for practical implementation of my wonderful hobby. How could I ignore when the whole universe were wishing something from me. I sawing machine left, I saw right but how stupid I was I wouldnt seen the straight. Alas Sharma aunty were coming. The operation was implemented and the bomb had been triggered, my hands had already done something that I wouldnt forget for next 20-30 years.I had no choice but one i. e. to run. I wished india was the host of Olympics in that year and I was the first one from india to win gold in athletics, but who cares for the dreams of a poor child. The only wish I wished was that she wouldnt had recognised me, while running, but not every wish is destined for accomplishment. I returned back with that bloody wiper and unlike other time with no chocolates. With the hope that if the case had been tracked and accused were spy than there should be consideration of the fact that that the accused had sacrificed his lovely hocolates.My mom was eagerly waiting for me at the main door of my home and behind were standing(a) the stone hearted Sharma aunty. She opened the gate and then what happened I cant write it in words. The only thing I remember is I had been once again sent for bringing wiper after 2 hours, the old one had got sacrificed and I had gained 2 inches in my di mensions. That was an end of my wonderful hobby but the earthly concern of an everlasting mesmerizing memory. Who said pain doesnt give us smile..? Im smiling today remembering the sweet pain that I got on that day