A man cannot remember everything that happened in his childhood. But certain events are stored in the sub-conscious mind. They sometime peep through mind’s eye. Very simple and trifling things are the center of attraction for a child. When a man grows up, he may laugh at those things. My playground was the bank of the mighty Teesta. In all the seasons this river had great attraction for me. Whenever I was not at home, I could be found on its bank. I was very fond of stealing mangoes, lichies, black berries and other fruits in the company of friends in summer. Sometimes we would forget to eat our midday meals. The village mosquito was another interesting place. An old maulovi shaheb used to teach us there. It was housed in a small hut attached to the village mosque. A large number of boys and girls used to attend. We would learn lesson with deafening noise. The next worth mentioning experience was my first day at school. When I entered the school compound with my father, the children were enjoying themselves here and there. My mind was troubled with fear that I might not be quite free and easy in their midst. My heart began to beat fast when I was taken to the headmaster but his smiling face and gentle words put me at ease. I was admitted into class I. the warmth with which my classmates received me dispelled all my fears. Another interesting memory is the village hat. The hat used to sit twice a weak near a river. I usually went there with some other children. There was a bush near our house, hundreds of birds would make their nests in that bush, and sometimes I went there with other boys. Some adventurous boys caught small birds from the holes of the trees. During holidays when my mother went to sleep at noon, we went to the railway line. There I together with other children gathered pebbles. We watched how the trains passed with innumerable unknown facts. Childhood is free from worries and has infinite capacity for enjoyment.
A teacher is an architect of a nation. Mijan is my favorite teacher. He is 30 years old. He is my English teacher. He in an M.A.Ed. he possesses some special qualities. He holds the attention and interest of the students. He is a clear speaker with good, strong, pleasing voice which is under his control. He makes lessons interesting to the student. He makes the student spell bound in the class. He discovers the treasure hidden inside the students. His methods of teaching are easy and lucid. Can make any grammatical problem easy. If any student fails to understand any grammatical problem he then and there helps the student to understand it. No student likes to miss his class. He is regular and punctual to his duties. So he is respected by all the student of our school. Other teachers also like him. For all his qualities he is my favorite teacher.