It’s very rare of me
sharing my childhood secrets with my friends. It is happening so because, a
week back my sister called me and while talking she reminded me of my childhood
mischiefs. We both burst out into laughter. She then asked me just one question,
how many of your friends knows about this? I thought for a while and as
expected the answer was ‘No One’. Everyone is mischievous during his/her
childhood but we rarely remember those moments. I remember everything I did
during my childhood, not because I memorized them all, but because my cute
little sister who makes sure of reminding me every little thing I did during my
childhood.
You might be wondering if she’s younger to me, then how come she knows so much about my childhood. All my secrets come to her by my Bhua Ji (her mother) who is also my secret box. Every mischief I did, she remembers them all.
I felt like sharing this one mischief with you
all which I did when I was in Kindergarten.You might be wondering if she’s younger to me, then how come she knows so much about my childhood. All my secrets come to her by my Bhua Ji (her mother) who is also my secret box. Every mischief I did, she remembers them all.
During my Kindergarten days we use to have mandatory afternoon sleep for 2 hours at my school. But as I was restless and full of masti, I don’t use to sleep at all. One day somehow my teachers made me sleep but I woke up after half n hour or so. I found everyone sleeping near me. I walked out of the room, picked my school bag and went to the main door of the school to go back home as it was just 10 minutes walk away.
I found the school gate locked and thus rush towards the balcony. After reaching there, I threw my school bag and water bottle in the garden and then I too jumped in the garden which was 8-10 ft high from the ground level.
I wasn’t hurt at all, just couple of scratches on my right leg knee, and they are visible today too. My teachers caught me doing so, I didn’t understand anything what to do. They picked me up and checked whether I am hurt or not and then soon took me to my home.
Teachers narrated the whole story to my Mother and Bhua Ji. They both look over my whole body whether I am hurt or not but I was happily laughing as I was back at home. J
Since that day whenever I happen to meet my Bhua Ji or my sister, I always listen about my mischiefs and everyone who is around just bursts into laughter. J
This is just one of the hundred’s mischief’s which I did during my childhood.
Will write more about my childhood mischief’s in my next blog.
Take Care and Keep Smiling J J
Cheers!!!!
