when i turn the pages of my life the ink which has written my fate so far is as dark as night,i can read everything,i can cherish both the memories. the good ones the bad ones, i can laugh endlessly or can cry without a reason, among all the pages being a child was my Favorite. there were no worries no complains just big dreams in small eyes. sometimes to become an actor or a model. to become a doctor or an engineer was very common among the confusions of dreams. and parents were always ready to give fire to the dreams residing inside the small eyes. while trying to drive the bicycle i always knew if i will fall my father will be there to hold me, mum will wipe all the tears and put medicine on the injuries. no enemies were required because of the brattiest sisters and brothers were ready to irritate and annoy. the memories of childhood never gets faded even if the ink and paper get torn someday. these memories are for a lifetime.