I miss my childhood

I miss my childhood
I miss the summer afternoons spent with mom playing around our guava tree.
I miss the summer evenings spent with dad watering the terrace.
I miss the warm water baths mom used to give me when I used to get drenched in the rain
I miss the evening walks dad used to take me on when I used to tell him all that happened during the day.
I miss the nights I used to spend reading comics hiding them in a textbook
I miss the excitement I used to feel in anticipation of the long awaited summer holidays.
I miss the warm water baths mom used to give after I got wet in the rain
I miss the time I spent with dad and my sister watching movies and wondering how he was able to understand the dialogues.
I miss the Sunday morning cartoon shows I and my sister used to watch together.
I miss the evenings I used to wait for dad at the bus stop just to tell him that I scored the highest marks in maths.
I miss the hugs mom used to give me when I used to stand first in my class.
I miss the punishments I used to get when I used to forgot the assignments.
I miss the evenings I used to spent on the terrace lying down and watching the clouds.
I miss the moments spent with my sister chatting about nothing in particular.
I miss the scent of the incense sticks that mom used to light when she prayed to god.
I miss the nights when dad used to carry me upstairs when I used to fall asleep on the settee.
I miss my childhood