Friday, May 4, 2012

Happy Moment in My Childhood

I wanna talk about my childhood which I think it is a special experience. I am from Butwal and twenty something years old. While compared to people who are in the same age with me, my childhood is quite different from theirs.


I used to live in temporary housing area when I was studying in primary school.

Temporary housing area is 
designate (designated) for people living in temporary houses made by wood frames and zinc plates in BUtwal. Each house is divide (divided) into tiny flats, with one flat per household. Nowadays, you couldn’t find any temporary housing area again because they are all demolished by 2001.


As I remember, I lived there since I was born and until I was promoted to secondary school. Although the living standard was fair, I used to have a happy, wonderful childhood. Most of the furniture in my home, like dining table, chairs, wardrobe, etc. was made by my Dad. It’s so unbelievable that my Dad even built a second floor like an attic which is the sleeping place for my Mom, two brothers and me. That’s the time that gave me an idea how a carpenter look like. Since my family was poor when I was young, I didn’t have toys like Barbie, Lego, to play like my primary school classmates did. Instead, I followed my brothers to venture around. In summertime, we might go to some abandoned garden and climb up the trees to catch cicadas. We tied a thread to one of its legs, it then became our flying toy! Also, we might go to stream to catch tadpoles. So I can truly understand how the tail of tadpole disappears while it grows up to become a frog. In winter, we may do lots of outdoor activities like playing soccer, climbing hill so to keep our bodies warm.


To me, the most enjoyable moment is the night time of summer. When summer comes, the weather is very hot. We were not able to afford expensive electronic bill so we didn’t always switch on the air-conditioner. At that time, my parents would open a nylon bed for me to cool off. I would spend time...

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