Remember my child hood..

April 27, 2012 9:16am CST
when i was small i always like sweets. toffees are the sweet i like most in my life. i stole some money from my dad and buy some toffees. and also i like to eat milk powder especially anchor milk powder. that was a lovely days only for eating and playing wonderful days.... sweet dreams....
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• Myanmar
27 Apr 12
Wow!! I think I have a bad childhood. When I was a little girl,everyday was filled with my anger. I speak little and all I did was being short-tempered!! I did not have much wonderful time. But everything changes.. Ha Ha.. Now I think I am a sweet girl..
27 Apr 12
hey dont think so every one spen their times in different ways but now.... those are remarkable days..
• Myanmar
27 Apr 12
Sure! I agree.. It is like a story.. When I remember, it makes me happy .. Ha ha
27 Apr 12
ya those things make us happy whenever we thinks...
@else22 (4319)
• India
24 May 12
And when I was a child,I liked to enjoy samosas.My father was a rich man and he fulfilled all my wishes.Things were too cheap then.My parents loved me immensely.We had a garden at a stone's throw from my house.It had many fruit trees.So I did not need to buy any fruit from the market.Every summer season mangoes were available to us in plenty.My father also had more than 20 cows.So there was no scarcity of milk either,but I did not like to drink milk. Now the sweet days are gone.Left behind are the memories.Now we have to buy everything from the market and that too in prohibiting prices.Times have undergone a change.
25 May 12
yes..... that wonderful days... never return..
@else22 (4319)
• India
25 May 12
Of course,they are gone for ever.
• South Africa
27 Apr 12
Some of my childhood memories include sitting on my father's lap while he's driving, just around the corner from our house, so that I 'know what it's like to drive' and playing under the dining table and my parents would look everywhere for me!. Another childhood memory that my parents love to remind me about was when I was around 4 or 5 years old, I would sit on my side of the fence to talk to the boy living next door. We would be outside talking for hours, according to my parents! I have no idea what sort of topics, but they must have been interesting, since we would be outside for hours. Many years later, I bumped into him and we had a ball reminiscing about it.
27 Apr 12
mm thats nice to heat,,, what a wonderful days..??