Reflections Of Childhood Memories

Breathing in air of Common Wealth Games and Blogadda's topic for the Contest revived the old refreshing moments which I forgot for quite sometime and lost in monotonous routine.Thinking about those days of freedom to live,play,act with innovative ideas.those days were the days which I know will never come back in my life.Now before going into the past ,I need to close my eyes to really come up with my childhood memories as if it was stored in an old treasure box which has been covered with the dust .

After opening that imaginary treasure box with my closed eyes I found myself as 5-6 year old girl in my old house where I used to play with my brother and sister.We used to play on terrace and that game we tried to play together was nonetheless cricket ,we were too small to play games with rules and so one who ruled the game all the time and throw temper tantrums was my younger brother.So it was him who always wanted ,no..no.....forced us to play as batsman and poor me and my sis were balling and fielding most of the time.Younger brother/sister always take such advantages over the elder ones,but since my both parents were working so I had enough opportunity to fight with my brother and he was not lesser than me in fact he knew little bit judo karate and he used to practice that on me[innocent me].He used to pull my hairs with all his strength I know it was not judo karate.All I knew to fight with all my spirit and my strength.When my parents have had reached home ,we would  caught in cwg wrestling position and then we tried to defend ourselves.

Oh! I have gone far away from the sports which I used to play and that was cricket.So whenever it came to bating,history repeated itself but he was really a great batsman and since we were small so way to go for six was to cross the neighbour's wall.I don't know why neighbour's have been repulsive to cricket,what if we broke their wndow panes,what if we jumped from their walls ;we were too small to be scolded for small things.Somehow we manged to get our balls back and since my brother made most of sixers we used to  force him to get our ball back from neighbour's territory.

When my brother had grown a  little,my brother felt and treated us like a peanut player and then he started playing with the friends of his age in the park.Since he did  not took any interest in playing with me ,I had found ways to cope up my frustrations by  complaining to  my father after all I have been Papa's favorite.

Then my interest changed with time I  started playing with dolls,teddies,learned to express myself through colours and did all the girlish stuffs.
Yes one sports that I can mention is basket ball.I took part at school level and that was fun.

But I really miss those times,those fights with my siblings.Now I am a mother of two little kids and I love the way they fight with each other with full fighting spirit.I love the way they try different games,always explore things differently but despite the fights they can't live without each other.Today if I watch cricket I watch it for finding my brother in Sachin Tendulkar and refreshing those memories which were dusted.At the moment I like to thank blogadda ,as a channel to divert my attention towards forgotten me and my childhood memories and now I feel rejuvenated.Here are few lines on REFLECTIONS of my childhood memories:

Those were the times,

we played together,

jumping like monkeys,

crawling on floor like reptiles,

imitated most of the animals.

We played different games all the times,

thrilled with spirit of sportsman ship.

Unaware of limits;

never bothered about the stained clothes,

painted our own world,

dared to dream the horrors of monsters.

Flied away by beautiful fairies,

fulfilled almost every dream with magic wand.

Sometimes called Aladin's ginnie,

within the wonderland.

When pulled by years,

had own point of view.

So played a little mature games;

cricket,basket ball,football...

kicked everything like a ball.

oh!.........wait kids I am coming and don't fight like this as I feel you may need a refree too.





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