After I read about this post on childhood memories I decided to think about mine and realized that it has been a long time.I have as a fact noticed that when you try to recall a period of your life all the bad memories come first and they seem to be crystal clear ,but for good ones you have to really work harder.My childhood was generally good ,my parents were strict but were generous. They were not ready to overlook a mistake or mischief but were ready to buy what ever I wanted if it was reasonable.I went to good schools .There was no concept of pocket money my parents would need a request and an explanation on why I wanted a particular thing.My father had a transferable job and a three year stay at one place was a luxury ,so we had to make new friends after every two to three year.
As for summer holidays it was one of the best times of year,two months of uninterrupted holidays , I liked to stay home rather then go to my grand parents home , as my grandparents would hire a tutor every year to teach me ,my siblings and my cousins English grammar.I really disliked any kind of tutor as a child and afterwards as well but one incident happened which made sure that I never had a tutor in my life after that. I believe I was in fifth standard and had a tutor who came to teach me and my sister every evening.My sister was a more sincere student and the tutor would give her good remarks and criticize me at every possible chance.He was getting on my nerves.One day ,i do not remember provocation, he picked up a book and hit me on my head .I lost my head and picked up the nearest book and threw it at him. Mayhem followed ,my mom tried to get me to apologize I refused .Then she made it clear to us no tutor ever for us.Well at that time I felt really bad but looking back on it ,it was good thing to do.I and my siblings were descent students ,and survived rather well.
I and my sister shared a cycle between ourselves and always had fights who would be cycling.The cycle had two side wheels so I took the risk and got one of the side wheels removed.My sister was furious and for a week I was the only one riding the vehicle.But she learned quickly so I got the second side wheel removed as well ,now she was in tears and vowed to kill me.In later parts of my chilhood when I started getting involved in fights my parents made it clear they dont want me to fight and wont mediate in any circumstances.So I started and ended all my fights myself.
Schools and homeworks was not my favorite things, but my parents were understanding.They were interested that I learn things and they did not compare and complained about ranks and marks.One of the reasons may be that my sister was good in studies so they were not bothered about me.
