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When I Was a Child...

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When I Was a Child...(Written in the year 2011)

When I was a child, I was just as mischievous as the others were, too naughty to suffer numerous accidents that, for some time, impaired me. I got my first burn (not too severe) on my left leg from a very hot soup, which left a marking still visible until now. My right forearm was fractured at the age seven, and that was my first cast. The second cast came way back when I was in first year high school, the same forearm that suffered the first fracture. I got my right index finger partially cut at the apex by a moving chain. The result? The nail of my damaged index finger didn't grow well, and that dull appearance of my finger reminded me of the gone, olden days - how I spent my childhood days in utmost curiosity.

When I was a child, I was too inquisitive of the things around me. I would frequently ask my parents, "Why is the sun rising? Why do the stars shine at night?" and many other questions that made my parents too tired to think of the answers that would satisfy me. Or, should I say, stop me from throwing all those questions to them.

When I was a child, I became fascinated in reading books. I would read all the available books at home and devour it till the last page. Wings by Danielle Steel, The Face in the Flames by David Boyd, Voodoo Moon, science books, literature books plus magazines, newspapers, and encyclopedia - have become my friends. All at once, I got l...