Childhood Memory

It was my grandma's birthday and every year we planned to celebrate this day in a

very special way ; it was kind of our family tradition. There was lots of fun, excitements, and

special and delicious foods. Among all of those, one was not fun at all,and it stil makes me sad

when I remember it. It is one of the most memorable incident of my childhood .

All of my uncles, aunts and cousins were already there waiting for us at Chittagong,

Bangladesh which was almost four hundred miles away from where we started. The night

before we got there I couldn't sleep well. I was nine years old that time, and dreamed all night

about the fun and exciting things I was going to do with all my cousins and family. We woke up

early in the morning and I couldn't wait to go . I was just counting the hours to reach there.

Me, along with my younger brother John ,mom and dad were going to my grandma's

house. John was 1.5 years old and just started walking a couple months before that. I loved

him and he was my only friend at home, whatever I used to do or play he was always beside

me, and I wanted to share everything with him. So all the way, I told him what we were going

to do and when we'll be there. "Can you please for few moments?" My mom raised her voice.

" You are bothering him too much , its his nap time, leave him alone" she said again.

I was little upset about the way she told me , but realized that he was not understanding at

all what I was trying to share with him. He was just giggling at whatever I was saying to him.

Finally, we were at our destination, and as soon as we were there all of our cousins ran to our

car, I couldn't decide whom to give a hug first; they almost jumped on me. We were the only

one going to the party from so far distance, all others were living close to my grandma's house

them, so we didn't use to get enough chances to meet them frequently.

My grandma's house was kind of an ancient one. It was a brick building, which had

three floors, and located at the junction between two streets, so we were always warned to be

careful while playing outside in the driveway .It had few balconies where the railings were not

too high, may be three feet, and there were some circle holes there, in which any kid can climb

very easily.

We all were having so much fun, and even my dad didn't look like he drove for ten

hours. I was so busy playing with all my cousins, I totally forgot about my sweet little brother

John for the time being

Suddenly we heard a loud voice coming from the balcony of second floor, saying

"The baby is falling down" We were sitting at the next room, as soon as we heard that we

rushed to the balcony

" Who is that " Everyone started shouting and screeming.

There were several different aged babies there, so when we heard my cousin

Robin's voice from the balcony, no one was sure about whose baby had fallen because we

didn't hear anyones's name !

It was my younger brother John