On this occasion of children’s day, I would like to share with you all a memory of mine:
I was a student of class 4 at that time. I transferred to a new school for some personal reasons. Till then I belonged to a state board school, but then got transferred to a CBSE missionary school. Though boards didn’t matter too much at that stage, but the system was different. I used to feel little displaced or awkward for there was a strict rule of English speaking in and around campus and I was poor at it. Even the classes held were in total English and I lagged back in academics too (though not much).
The main experience was I remember giving a class test in general knowledge subject in which I scored 7/10 and the passing marks were 8. As a punishment, I had to get my test papers signed by my parents. I got a scolding at home, “you must have studied hard”. This was all my uncle said. It hurt me so bad (in a positive way), that I got motivated and prepared so hard that I got into top 3 in my next test.
This is best motivational childhood memory of mine that motivates me every time I feel down.