The turbulent childhood days@oishymaria

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I am Maria Oishy. I use the username @oishymaria on #Steemit.
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Our constant pursuit of life and living in a hectic world. How many pleasurable memories are transmitted in this ephemeral existence and float moment to moment in the mind? Childhood memories move individuals the most. At some point in one's existence, one realizes how wonderful childhood was!

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Filled with memories of my youth. I was born early in 2001. This generation's youth lacked mobile phones and were not addicted to video games or animations. There was only restlessness and unfettered living during infancy. In contrast to the masonry and wood structures, fields, paths, ponds, rivers, and fields of crops float before the eyes. I was free as a bird, nimble as a river, and wild as a mountain spring.

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How many memories are created during days of free jogging in the wilderness? Childhood memories include:
Playing hide-and-seek.
Swimming in the pond for hours.
Catching fish with a fishhook.
Filling the yard with various plants.
Marrying dolls.
Accumulating money in a clay bank.
Even if you desire to forget?

At the time, I associated melancholy with losing a special doll to the in-laws, destroying a hobby's clay bank, or losing a dispute with peers. Once, after three days of care and feeding, a newborn dove I had been caring for perished.

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The monsoon season is my favorite. I used to go mango-picking in the deluge with everyone else. When I first saw Sarshekset, I did not go to take photographs; instead, I merely observed and admired the yellow hue that extended across the horizon. If you prefer rose, black cherry, or wood rose, your options are monsoon phase or autumn flower. I did not listen to music with headphones as a teenager. On black-and-white television, I used to eagerly await Alif Laila, Chaya Chand, and Friday Bengali films. I raced to the scene of the plane when I heard it and pondered, "How can people fly so high?" Time has blurred these memories. I grew up abruptly waiting for the words to become life tales.

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I am currently 3rd year honors student at government Padma University. Coming to the first year of campus life, wandering with friends all day, studying in the afternoon, spending time with friends on the pond's banks and conversing, and finding solace in the tranquil natural environment, childhood memories surfaced. Are you lost, truly lost?