The days of childhood are wonderful days of everybody's life. One can think whatever is possible. Children have crystal clear heart as they are not involved with harsh worldly affairs. Talking about study, I was not responsible for my homework. I was like queen who had to only act in either way, the rest of the family were accounted for, everything I needed. My father, who is a businessman, used to wake me up in the morning for school. I deliberately used to sleep as if it was their personal benefit in sending me school. My mother, being very kind, used to cuddle me in may bed in order to wake me for school. Once I woke, brushing,bathing ceremonies got started and i as usual began to think about number of ailments that I can account for. I never liked my school as it separates me from my comfort zone (home). I was very tricky because I always tried to name that disease for which there was no external symptom, so stomach ache was one of the favorite problems I selected. I remained in bed until my school van come. After that, the whole time was mine. Although my parents knew about me, but at that time, I was not aware of it.

Next experience of my wonderful days is how I  wanted to make may parents happy. One day my father was is distress and I asked him the reason. He told me that my mother was not well because of her backache. I decided to help my mother so I went into the kitchen in order to prepare something for her. I had seen my mother making tea many times, So I started the process, added water, milk, sugar and of course tea leaves. I was waiting for the tea. But I was shocked to see after ten minutes, that there was no change in the materials I had added. Patiently waiting for more about 1 hour, I went to my mother and told her about my problem. She at once got up and went to kitchen. After that, I saw my mother laughing heavily. She called my father and me and told that I had not switched on the gas. Although I was unable to make tea for my parents, I made them happy with my innocence.