Sample Essay On My Childhood

The sky was covered with black clouds, and it was raining heavily, as if the skies knew what awaited me that day. I was hardly seven years old, playing with a new set of toy airplanes that my father had bought for me. I had spread all my toys on the carpet in front of the fireplace. My father was sitting on a sofa near me with a cigarette in one hand and the television remote in the other. The clock chimed. It was mid-day. My father immediately remembered that it was time for him to take his medicine. He left his cigarette burning in an ashtray on a table beside the sofa and departed for the kitchen.
My airplanes were now starting to bore me. I got up to find something unusual to do. My father had left a news channel on, and I decided to watch some cartoons. When I ran to the table to get the remote, I saw the burning cigarette in the ashtray. Curiosity took hold of me. I always saw my father breathing out smoke after he inhaled this small stick. Even in Tom and Jerry cartoons, Tom used to form rings of smoke whenever he wanted to look cool. Immediately, the idea of trying something new took the better of me. I reached for a cigarette. I burned my finger when I touched it at the wrong end. Then I reached for the right end, and I put it in my mouth. Not knowing what to do exactly, I just inhaled. Just as I inhaled, my father entered the living room and caught me in the act. I started coughing loudly and spitted out the cigarette. For a split second, my father lost his cool and told me to stand at a corner of the room. However, as soon as he realized that a child needs to be taught, not punished, he gently called me and explained to me the dangerous nature of cigarette. When I innocently asked, “Then why don’t you throw it away,” he was caught off guard for a moment. Then he made up an excuse that he was sick, and his was a particular case; that he needed to smoke. However, I can still not forget the regret in his eyes; he wanted to quit, but it was too late for that. He had already damaged his lungs.
Though I was too small to make a decision at that time, I could not forget the woe in his eyes, and that memory has kept me away from this lethal activity. Even if I see my peers embroiled in smoking, I stave the thought away just by recalling that incident.