#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge.We were a group of children Who gathered around our work shop.I mean ,it
was the small forest which surrounded by different trees such as tamarind ,bamboos and neems also those manchadi plant which has a red colour seeds which we used for playing different games in those days.Yes,that small forest near our village was our work shop that we used as a major spot for our games and fellowship.And in this forest there was a beautiful river where almost all the time we used to swim and dive to prove each other that 'I am a good swimmer and I am the best'
Once in a summer holiday of our schools we were playing as usual in our spot there came my uncle Ramesh and he took me sudden with a serious face without saying anything to me.
"Where are you taking me "
And then I was a child and still saying that,
"Leave me let me play a little more"
But he didn't answerd any thing and raised his speed .
And I am still says him that ,
"Leave me uncle let me play"
When he took me to the town to my home
I saw a huge crowd before my home looking me on with their eyes which actually filled with some kind of distress .And even though I was a small child who completed 9 years old but I felt sympathy from their approach.
My uncle took me closer to him and hug me and said,
"Come my child "
And when he was finishing up that sentence he wiped out his tears and make me little more closer...