Aadrika Bhargava, Class X A
Whenever I ask my parents about the mischiefs done by me during my childhood, they always tell me about an incident when I was three years old. For my 3rd birthday, my grandparents gifted me a blue tricycle which became very dear to me. Whenever I was left alone, I used to go near the stairs and throw my tricycle down saying I was going to the petrol pump to fill petrol in it.
I live in a joint family. My uncles and aunts who lived downstairs used to get very angry at me about this but they never scolded me. They considered it an act of innocence and now everyone gets to laugh at me about this. Some memories of my childhood, including this one, would never fade from memory.
Selvi Kataria, Class X A
I was in Junior KG. It was the second last day of the session. My younger brother and I were playing in the house. I climbed up the telephone table to get a chocolate from the glass shelf above. I don’t know what struck me, but I started opening and shutting the glass door rapidly. It suddenly cracked and glass pieces fell all over the floor. One shard even cut my forehead, just about the eye. Luckily, my brother wasn’t hurt. The next day itself, my grandfather got all the glass shelves changed. After all, his granddaughter was hurt!
