Sweet are the memories of childhood days. They cheer our heart and make us forget sorrow. So I often look back to my childhood days and try to gather joy from their happy recollection. I was born a Hasan Nagar, a small beautiful village of Kushtia. My family consisted of my parents, myself, my sister, a cousin and my grandmother. My grandmother was very dear to me because she told me nice nursery rhymes and fairy tales. I wandered through the village and played about with my friends. My recollection is of a small park near our primary school where the children of the locality were taken out every afternoon. I became intimate with some I met there and that intimacy continues still. It was there that I first saw a bear and a monkey. I could not forget the very first day at school. When I entered the compound with my father, the school had not begun yet; so the children were enjoying themselves here and there. My mind was troubled with fear that I might not be quite free and easy in their midst. My heart began to beat fast when I was taken to the headmaster. But his smiling face and the gentle world put me at my ease. I was admitted into class two. Really the childhood memories are very charming.