My childhood

I used to go to different places once a year.
There were rivers in front of the house.
At the edge of the river bank, where the water was very small, we used to squeeze in the water of our four brothers and sisters. Mumata brothers and sisters stayed with
My nanu fails to get out of our water, the last rams' next door 'Baka mad'
Used to call.
From a distance we saw a huge man coming forward with a long legs towards us.
Wearing a white cloak, a golden golden baby hair on his neck, was like having a fear of his face, in the face.
We got out of the river with our life and died and ran towards the house.
There was no peace at home.
Mom was waiting for us with a hard stick in hand.
With the assistance of Nanu and Mama, we would have survived

In our childhood regular worms were being fed. Since Dad was a doctor, so he used to do medicines with nischiva and devoted meditation.
He started feeding the big brother with medicine. Until then, we used to hide three brothers and sisters under the bed
Momu used to work with the help of a working girl to pull one out of the bed and bring her medicine.
Now you can smile if you remember
My elder brother used to play doctor doctor with us. Naturally, a brother used to be a doctor, I made a nurse.
Small sister patient and younger brother would make Ward-Boy.
My older brother had full autonomy.
One day I said, brother, today I am a doctor, I do not want to be a nurse every day.
My autocratic brother said, or you are a nurse. I'm big, I'll be a doctor
What abuse of power?
My brother fired water inside the cylinders used by my father, and he gave me a cylinde on the leafy leafy tree.
And I wanted to go back and forth on the back of my brother, because I went to the nurses as my childhood