SC-S29/W5 – Nostalgia Of The Little Me: My Favorite Childhood Place

Dear Steemian Friends,
Today I will participate in a challenge by @sohanurrahman's brother in Steemit challenge 29 week 05. The name of the challenge is SC-S29/W5 – Nostalgia Of The Little Me: A Place Filled With Childhood Memories. I hope everyone will like my writing.

Thumbnail Photo(Afternoon football game with cousins ​​and friends in the village field)

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My favorite place is my village home. Whenever I think of my village home, my heart fills with joy. Our village home is surrounded by green trees, open fields, and fruit and flower trees planted around the yard. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, this place is like heaven to me. Our village home is situated in the beautiful village of Deora, located in the Comilla district of Bangladesh. There is a big pond next to the house. As a child, I used to bathe there with my friends. In the afternoon, we used to play cricket and football in the open field. I could not realize how time passed by running around on the green grass of the field.

My Village Home

My village home is not just a place; it is a treasure trove of my childhood memories. Every moment spent there is etched in my heart. So my favorite place since childhood has been my village home. I still go back to my village home whenever I get a day off from work.

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My village home is in a village called Deora in Barura Upazila of Comilla District, Bangladesh. I grew up in the light of the sun since I was a child in my birthplace. I walked along the village streets. I have some of my favorite childhood friends in the village. I have many memories in my village home. I have memories of growing up together with my cousins ​​and sisters. I studied in the village school. I played cricket in the village school ground. I used to play cricket very well. The people of the village were impressed by my game. My body and mind are healthy in the noise-free environment of the village.

Me, my childhood friend and cousin

My father's grave is in the village house. My roots are in my village. Waking up and walking around in the open air of the village is something special to me.

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Whenever school was out, my friends and I would go to the field with bats and balls. Sometimes we would play with wooden bats, sometimes with plastic balls, whatever we could find. We had our own rules. If someone got out, there would be a little argument, and then the game would continue with laughter. Sometimes, if the ball went into the paddy field, we would all go to look for it together. The most fun was the “final match” game. We would divide into two teams and play the match seriously. The team that won would be very happy. When I hit a good shot, I would feel very proud. Our friendship became stronger through this game of cricket. We would not only play, but also spend time together, talk, and share joy. These memories, including that open field in the village, the cool afternoon air, and the laughter of our friends, remain in my mind to this day. Even now, when I go to the village, I walk around the whole village with my friends.

After farming in the fields, I am on the cricket field

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My friends and cousins ​​were with me at my village home. We all used to play in the open field of the village. Sometimes my younger brother would play cricket with us. He would point out our mistakes in batting and bowling. Sometimes my father would stand by the field and watch the game, and would encourage us with a smile. The most precious memory of this place is the one-day cricket final match. That day, I bowled and made our team win. Everyone lifted me on their shoulders. I will never forget the joy and pride of that moment. I felt like I had become a big cricketer. Another precious memory is sitting in the courtyard in the evening and telling stories. Grandma would tell stories, and we would listen attentively. We would lie on the bed in the courtyard with my cousins ​​and tell stories. The deep meaning of this place in today's life is "My childhood memories have taught me friendship, love, and the joy of being together. Those days in the village have taught me to work as a team, not to give up, and to feel happiness in small moments. Now, when I feel sad, remembering those memories makes me feel better."

Me, my cousins ​​and I hanging out with my grandmother. Even though my grandmother is no longer in this world.

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In today's life, the village house is a kind of place of mental strength for me. Whenever I think about the future, I feel like that village boy who used to dream in the open field. That feeling gives me the courage to move forward. I will return to the village after my working life. I go to the village house on weekends and plant trees or raise animals and birds, which gives me joy. I want to quit my job and go to the village in a noise-free environment and start a new life.

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