It was my II Grade.

She was one of the teachers,I would claim who influenced and inspired me a lot. If there was a rewind button available, I would love to start again from being a student of her.
Being a kid then, I was naughtier, disturbingly proactive and not chubby, can say boyish.! A gang of three we are,

I was sitting puzzled in the very last bench since I was taller than the most boys in the class-A proud feeling that days. I had clearly no idea how I had written my Science Paper. I used to forget the moment, I walk out of the exam. A phase of school-life till V Grade, until when the ranking system was kept out of our knowledge. I feel this damn system of sorting kids by marks entrenches their heart with fear, jealousy, disgrace and certitude among the top notches who most probably develop the complexity of feeling superior than other.
Okay let me go back to the paper-distribution ceremony.
Miss.Lakshmi generally distributes in the descending order. In the class of nearly 40(Number, I don't remember) 5..10..20..persons received their paper. I am yet to still. I was choking.My heart was literally pushing through my mouth. I was engrossed in thoughts like, "Had I failed. How would mother react then. Should she ever leave me to stay in home. My cricket bat, which she promised was at the very horizon disappearing.Shall I abscond away for some days, until Mom's anger wades away.You are dead meat then, Arvind.... Arvind ...!!
I heard Miss calling me, with more weird thoughts' frequency popping up , I stood and walked to her. Her reactions initially sent me wrong signals tingling my mind. My hands were wet for once in the very lifetime till now. She had a little grin on her face. I grabbed the paper to see and was jumping on my feet a thousand times virtutally. "94 V.Good , Keep It Up.!!" .

Back home, Mom was at kitchen. I rushed to her, jumped to sit on the slab to express my joy of getting "V.Good Keep it Up..!!" from my favourite teacher. She was as well excited. Only son then to rejoice for.
Now the most innocent and rib-tickling part..!!
Mom, You know,I did what she had said exactly.I obeyed her and never did I take the papers from the top of the desk the entire day.Nobody had their papers on the desk which precisely means I was the only person to get "Keep it Up.!!". Actually she wanted me to showcase me as the best ever student in her class. Ain't I a good boy? Mom.
Mom was on the floor laughing the next second.

The innocence, true to heart, ignorant of the deeds' after-effects, take it easy attitude, loyal to friends, accepting everybody as they are. Some very rare affairs that are possessed only in childhood, that too in the purest form possible.Growing by years every possessed value degrades for which one as an individual, are more than 99% responsible. The baby's eye is as white when born, but as it grows seeing things which it should not, cultivating habits which are meant bad, arrogance, anger, enemity, betrayal, selfishness , they get accumulated, making the eyes lose its whiteness like the milk that is gone sour.
Can't I be the same when I was then.Where do my morals stand now. How did they demean. Was I, responsible for this. Leaps and bounds was how much I have changed. Pursuing to get back the persona, will now take one more lifetime again. May be next life I ought to try not to lose out to things that may put down my identity of childhood and carry that throughout.