Now I am 29. I have already forgotten the details of my childhood.
But I can still remember some sweet and bitter memories of those golden days.
My parents looked after me very carefully and loved me very much.
But my grandma was my best friend. She used to tell me stories of various tastes.
The first day of my school was very funny.
I went to school with my dear grandma and did not allow her to leave me alone in the classroom.
I kept her sitting all along by my side.
I was very happy and contented.
But one day my father brought me back home only to let me know that my grandma was no more.
I was then Only seven and realized for the first time what death was.
It was the saddest day of my childhood days.
I felt a pulsation of both joy and sorrow in my mind/life.