When we think about our childhood we remember the walk in the park with your mother or father, the school friends, going to school with friends in the school bus and most of all the freedom we had to do or to be creative, follow our passion, our desire to do what we love. This actually brings be to agree with the claim made by the author that the childhood was infact the happiest time of a person’s life.
When we grow up we tend to forget of hide our inner child in fear or may be for some other reason, but we all have a hidden desire, that, atleast once we all want to relive our childhood. We remember the games we played with our friends, doing all crazy things with them, like climbing trees, playing games, dressing up like clowns, etc. We had so many friends that we had each maintained a slam book, which is a book which contains the name, address, telephone number and some other fun information’s of the person like his hobbies, his favorite games and finally why he liked you. We used to build spaceships out of cardboard, build houses out of plastic bags, build aeroplanes and ships out of paper, our creativity was not limited to the computer and the words, paint or software application we built, but it was immense. Having no limit or boundary. I do agree with the authors claim that can be inferred by the statement that the we are now is not as happy as it was when we were young. The reason are we are now more interested in our personal lives, unlike our childhood, where we were all equal, no barriers were dividing us, now we have social, economical and even religious backgrounds which are there to divide us and further we are even divided in form of cast, creed, social status and community.
When we were young we had just one thing in our mind, how do we do something creative today. Unlike present, where our creativity is limited to the problem we are facing in the current day or situation of life. When we were children we had our parents by our side to support us when we fall, show us path, get whatever we want, even if it means having an unlimited supply of chocolates. Everyday I used to wait for my parents to return home, just to have the chocolates that they used to bring with them each evening. We used to feel loved. The happiest part of childhood was going out with parents on the other hand the sad part of growing old is that to getting to know the reality that our parents are not as young as they were when you were a child. But that is part of life. Everyone has to grow and be old.
To conclude, childhood was infact truly the happiest part of a person’s life. Knowing that people are on your side to support you and pick you up when you fall, is a special feeling, which we tend to understand when we grow old and it seems its also true that we all grow old and leave our childhood behind, settled deep inside our heart, that child who wants to come out and enjoy and be creative again. Hence it is 100% true. Personally I would really like to relive my childhood again.