Essay Writing About My Childhood

My childhood days were filled with fun and laughter, like those of most children. We lived in a big house with my paternal grandparents and my uncle’s family. Though I had an elder brother, I was closer to my cousins. My elder brother was a serious type who didn’t want to hang out with girls.

He had a face like a magistrate too which could really intimidate me. My cousins were a couple of years younger than me and we got along like a house on fire. I was also very close to my aunt. As my mother was a doctor, she was hardly around most of the time.

My aunt was a housewife and she looked after me as well. In fact, only if she accompanied me, I would go to the nursery. She could sing well and was a great storyteller. I used to envy my cousins so much for having a mother like her.

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My grandfather was a forbidding figure and we children as well as our parents were afraid of him. He was a powerful man who moved among rich and influential people. When he was at home we had to keep quiet and see that we did not disturb him. But he was fond of us in his own way.

There was a room on the third storey of our use which was our play room. Here my cousins and I used to spend many a lazy afternoon playing games and plucking mangoes and jamba from tree branches close to the windows. Or we would slide down the banisters, one after the other.

Every year the entire family went on a vacation to some place. It was even more fun then. One thing I remember vividly about my childhood is my reluctance to go to school. Every day I would make some new excuse to stay away until my father had to come and spank me. I also remember the succession of tuition teachers who came to teach me Math.

I was very fond of one, an Anglo-Indian called Eva. She was very pretty and kind. But the happiness ended when my uncle left for another city to take up a new job. My aunt and cousins also left and it became quite lonely after they went away.

Dear Sitifatimahmurtaza,

Avoid using "as" : use "because".

Here is my edition of your essay. These are only suggestions. Organization, however, is important - like when you speak of your grandfather, his plants and his trees. These thoughts belong together. Hope this helps. John

I still remember (still have) many wonderful memories from when I was young. From the age of eight I lived with my grandparents because my parents were busy with their business. My grandparents (what about saying We all ?) lived in a beautiful, colourful, wooden five-room house. The front lawn was kept clean and bare. At the back, though, my grandmother had planted a number of vegetables for our consumption. There was also a chicken coop and a barn for the cows. My growing up years were often spent playing and exploring. I used to play soldiers, police and thief (native speakers would say "cops and robbers"), and hide and seek with my playmates all around grandfather's land. My grandfather taught me about plants and how to look after them. He also planted many kinds of fruit trees such as rambutan,papaya,durian,mangosteen and guava. My favourite was a rambutan tree which grew to look like a giant. My grandmother was a good cook and I remember hanging around the kitchen to help. I really enjoyed making 'kuih baulu' and frying the 'roti canai'. Back then, we seldom watched television because we were just busy having fun and doing other things. I really had a great time staying (living) with my grandparents. I used to wish that those moments would never end (would last forever). I will always cherish those beautiful memories of my childhood.


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