Childhood foolishness for no reason

Childhood time is known as the golden time of one's life. There exist many precious and beautiful moments. In that time we have nothing to worry about, and those moments are the happiest moments for most of us. In childhood, we have done many things, but among those, there are some tasks that we have done that are hard to imagine doing at the current time. So today I am going to share some incidents of childhood.

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Childhood I am an obedient kid, and I always try to abide by the instructions of my parents and elders. In rare cases I did something against them, but sometimes curiosity makes things difficult for us, and in my case it was the same. In my childhood, fire was very interesting to me. Parents always tried to keep me aside from fire, and because of their resisting nature, I became more curious about fire. I didn't know how to make fire using a matchbox. One day I found a matchbox and immediately went behind a haystack to hide myself from others, and I started to do an experiment about how to make fire. Fortunately, I succeeded, and the haystack started to burn. The fire was out of control, and I escaped from the place after getting afraid. The fire became violent as the dry haystack started to burn. I was totally unaware of the risk, but I realized how destructive fire can be. I can't believe that I did such a thing in my childhood. Even I hid the matter from my parents for several days. I was in a joint family, and even till now, except for my siblings and parents, nobody knows who made the destructive fire.

Parents always advise us to tell the truth and avoid telling lies. I can remember that in my childhood, I planned to buy a cricket ball using my money. I went to shop with my father, and for some reason, I didn't buy the ball. But on the same day I went to shop again with my cousins, and I bought a cricket ball, and I totally hid it from my parents. I played cricket using the ball, and nothing was wrong. In the nighttime, my father asked me if I bought the ball using my money, and at that time I denied it. I don't know why I refused to accept the truth. I could say the truth, but for unknown reasons I was afraid to accept the truth. Within 10 minutes of investigation, my father figured out that the double was brought by me using my pocket money. I was beaten badly that day, and I think it was the last time I was beaten by my father. The reason I was beaten because of telling lie to my father, not because I bought the cricket ball without informing him. I choose to tell a lie for no reason, and it's hard to believe that I was beaten by my father for the unreasonable lie.