I miss my old days in my childhood so much. Many people don’t know, but I grew up in a simple village where modern development was rare. Life was different back then—no mobile phones, no electronic gadgets, just books, drawing, and endless fun with friends.
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My mornings started at 6 AM with the warm sunshine on my face. I would run to the field to play football and cricket, feeling the cool grass under my feet. After playing, we would stop by a small tea stall where old men sat, sipping tea and chatting about life. Those moments felt so ordinary back then, but now, they are treasures in my heart.
I remember coming home late after playing, only to be scolded by my grandmother. At the time, I never realized how much I would miss those scoldings. If I had the chance, I would relive those days without changing a thing.
Evenings were just as special. All the kids in the village would gather and play games, laughing and enjoying life with no worries. No phones, no distractions—just pure happiness.
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But as we grew up, everything changed. Responsibilities took over, and we all went our separate ways. Some friends moved to different countries, others got busy with work and studies. Now, I can only look back and smile, wishing I could go back to those beautiful, carefree days. Missing those days a lot.