My Childhood Memoirs

As I became aged and older my memoirs of childhood became stronger These memoirs draw me back to those dreamful days of innocence and love. Sometimes, I think, where are my golden friends of early childhood ? They are all now fathers and waiting to be grand fathers... I remember deeply the mango-groove of my village home when the storm knocks down the mangoes to the ground .... Also that small river that is murmuring beside my cottage in the woods.... Oh, my golden childhood, oh come back again and again