Childhood

My Childhood

                        When I was young like really really young, like in LKG and Grade 1, I still vaguely remember those days in my village. I asked my room mate if she remembered her childhood but she said she didn't. I was kind of shocked because I remembered so much of my childhood in clips and pieces. I stayed in Mangan every since I was born, till I had to move away to Gangtok in 2002. But the days in Mangan was the best in my life. I just loved it there and that was probably the reason why I still remembered so much.

                        My first memory of my child hood was my first day of nursery. I remembered my grand aunt leaving me in a class full of kids, I felt scared because I was not used to seeing so people. Then I vaguely remembering picking a seat and then sitting down, I must have waited for a while till class started. And this is the most vivid memory of my nursery; the teacher came around the class passing note books, also called copybook back then, and textbooks. I was so excited to use my new pencil on the new notebook. That is as far as my memory goes for my nursery days.

                         After that I remember more of my life in Mangan in longer clips but they are all jumbled up and mixed up. My favorite among all of these memory is the one where the whole village goes up to the monastery and celebrate a festival. During this festival the monks where these scary mask and scare people. They are not allowed to talk when they where the mask. Ever since I was young we always went to this one monastery. I have gone to that monastery ever since I was young. So, I have grown up with monks my age and we have played with each other all the time. Now when I go back, they remember me and I remember them. It is really nice to talk to them whenever I see them again. So, going back to the monastery every year is something I look forward all the time. That is the best of my childhood.  

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