We spend the happiest moments of our lives as teenagers. Even if you forget everything easily, you can't forget those feelings of adolescence. And one day you might think if I could go back to adolescence again. I think this is our first wish when we grow up. At that time father and mother used to make a daily routine for us. That time of childhood was bound by time for us. It was the rule to return home before evening. Despite the constant surveillance of my parents, I would sneak out of the house and find wings to fly here and there. But there were some limitations that we could not go far to travel alone. Because the limitations given by the parents always worked within themselves. I had to take care to return home within the stipulated time and start studying immediately after dusk.
This is when it was a regular routine given by parents. But we did not stop and read as we wished. Sometimes I would break the routine given by my parents. And for that, before returning home, there was a lot of fear. I was beaten for that. But those feelings now create an awakening of joy in themselves. As a teenager, we had a couple of friends who, although the most naughty of us, would come in front of our parents and act like angels.
But to be honest, every friend was naughty with each other. It was like falling into a new rule. All friends were angels to another friend's parents. And these angels served as the key to our peril as teenagers. We used the names of these angels whenever it was too late to return home and we intended to go somewhere. If I understood the possibility of being beaten at home, then I would use someone's name. That is why there are some memorable moments in our lives. In childhood, everyone exists in life in many such cases. I am telling the memorable events of my life. A boy my age came to visit us next door. At that time I did not understand the difference between a boy and a girl.
No one took time to make friends, whether new or old, in childhood. When the boy next door came to play with us, he became very good friends in a few days. I used to play with my friends outside from morning till evening. Suddenly that friend called me to play on the field in front of my house. Even after he called me repeatedly, I was not giving up. Then he threw a small piece of stone at me even though it hit me but I didn't feel any pain. But whenever I threw a stone at him, it hit him directly on the forehead.
I immediately noticed that the his forehead was bleeding. I was a little scared. At that time only one thing was coming to my mind, today my mother is sure to get angry. I ran to him and before wiping his blood I told him not to go home to complain. Now your forehead is cut off, then I'll blow your head off if you complain. My friend looked at me with wide eyes and nodded. When I came back home after a while, I saw that friend's mother came to my house with him. My friend tried to explain to me by gesture, he didn't say anything his mother brought him by force. In this way, the days of adolescence are spent in a mixture of sour-salt-sweet and Fivefold.
But to be honest, I have talked about that friend yet. There are some friends who can be remembered for good times and bad times. Whenever such memories float in front of the eyes now, it is as if the line of laughter on the lips appears alone in itself. Anyway a different feeling works within me but I was and still am very cranky as a teenager.