Those were the best days of my life

Childhood days:
I want to be child again. Those days are missing now. :(
The days when we played a lot at school and do exercise in the evening. As a leader, requesting students to go to play ground to start exercise.
slapping to others who failed to answer the questions (as per teacher's order. :) ). Studying the meanings in hurry before teacher takes questioning session.
Listening to the stories told by Sir when the power goes off in the evening tuition. :)
Getting scolded by sis and father when watching t.v. or reading story book as nothing is audible to me in that time. (I used to say that is boon for me. My concentration. :) )
Writing the dialogues that is coming in TV while doing home work. :) And later rubbing it off and doing home work without TV. :)

Rush to home to get Soan-Papidi (sold by a seller who brings that in 4 wheeler) every day after school.
counting the number of greeting card that we got in new year.
Waiting for dussera holidays to receive my sis and brother. Playing with my brother and his friends.
Teaching my father (to not to tell children(my sister) that he'll give bi-cycle if my sis get these many marks in this class) by reading some info in news paper.
Going to grand parents village in the summer vacation and playing a lot in cradle by having three cradles for three of us.
Eating lot of laddus. :)
Singing in independence day and present folk dance by wearing the lambadi dress that I got. :)
Recording songs for all the dance programs (me and my sis as singers :)) )
Playing with colors on the occasion of Ganesh nimajjan and after that, washing clothes before mom sees. :)
Stealing tamarind and salt and zeera from home and eat at the outside with friends.
Lighting crackers during diwali even with a temperature of 102 degrees fever.:)
Bunking school and going to a competition in near by school and winning the prize.
sometimes, coming from school which is very far (around 5kms) by walk.
Counting "Good, very Good" written by teacher in the copy write.
competing with my competitor(Mahanandi)in my 7th standard. I can't forget the days where we used to quarrel with dusters and removing the cycle air caps. :)
Teaching maths to my neighbor.
Teaching 10th class maths to my relative. I tried a lot to teach him. But he was weak in maths so badly that I left their home the next day and reached my home.
Being happy to get first prize in maths quiz and crying for not getting first prize at second time. And that time, the other girl who won, came to me and told me to take the first prize that she got. :)
Finally by requesting, ordering, pleading (:) ) my mom a lot to get my hair decorated with flowers (actually called gazraa in Hindi. Don't know the word in English).
That enthusiasm, innocence, that tension free life as a free bird is missing now. :(