My childhood

I’m not child anymore, but I miss my childhood years. It was really beautiful to be a child.  I’m happy that when I think about my childhood, I have good memories in my mind. I remember how young 

my father was. He had black hair with a mustache. Even his voice is different now.

My days were happy ones before I started going to school. I had good neighbors to play with from morning till evening. We play games in the neighbor such soccer in street and hide and seek. I was really good in soccer in street; always there was a fight between my friends that which side should I play.

 At the age of five, I stated to attend kindergarten. I remember my sister’s school was also in the same building. She had classes on the second floor. I can’t believe that was 16 years ago. She looks so different now. I can’t my sister getting married this summer. Life goes really fast.

In the kindergarten, I had two best friends. They were twins, both girls. They had same outfit all the time. We played lot of games on the breaks. I don’t know where they are now! This is what I don’t like about life….