Seeing a group of children flying kites on the rooftop yesterday afternoon reminded me of this childhood story.

And i have got my memories reflecting on seeing your post.

I think childhood time was the happiest. Jumping into the pond without any hesitation, playing football in the rain, flying a kite, all those were enjoyable.

That's true, I also miss my those golden days. I left all these on class eight in the pressure of jsc exam. That terror snatched my those free times to play. Gradually it lost totally. But still i have my 'natai' below my bed. I dont know why some stuffs can't be thrown away. I miss those days badly.