ASSALAMU ALAIKUM.I am @shihabuddin48 From #Bangladesh

| |- Every person wants to get back their childhood. He wants to reinvent himself.Childhood memories are filled with countless colors.Moments spent with friends on the playground, picking pot flowers by the river, hunting bees on sesame flowers, school days all give rise to a sweet feeling.In childhood, the world was a huge mystery.Where every moment was a huge opportunity to discover something new.
|![IMG_20250425_101044_180.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmamHxD19g7378Z9LEGCZXjXcPGFpf2Gy7zHUypHjSqz3N/IMG_20250425_101044_180.jpg) -| 🔵Thumbnail photo (Potted flowers) Nowadays, when I feel depressed due to the pressure of work, I remember my childhood days very vividly.How carefree were the days of childhood.Even if you want to, it is never possible to naturally return to childhood.But! It is possible to spend the rest of your life reminiscing about your childhood.
In today's post, I'm here to share childhood memories of bee hunting for pot flowers and sesame flowers.Let's get started.
|![IMG_20250425_100851_928.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmSrFU3HQra6Q2vLeY5UQoSiGqeCvCEVfLRdmyuzdLYMbg/IMG_20250425_100851_928.jpg) -| |![IMG_20250425_100917_738.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmaYuYeGLJ6fZ8a4YuS2Cheqmax91LAbjSP7Dhpcj3JbBJ/IMG_20250425_100917_738.jpg) -| The visible image above is a picture of a sesame tree and flowers.The picture shows a bee about to enter a sesame flower.Our childhood memories are intertwined here.As a child, I would go to the mole farm with the boys from the neighborhood in groups.When the bees entered the sesame flower to collect honey, we would press the flower's mouth and hold it.The bees couldn't get out anymore. This is where childhood fun lies.This was a strange joy. My heart would be overwhelmed with joy.
|![IMG_20250425_101044_180.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmamHxD19g7378Z9LEGCZXjXcPGFpf2Gy7zHUypHjSqz3N/IMG_20250425_101044_180.jpg) -| |![IMG_20250425_101051_674.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmf64H21ZiAmsd1p8G5soDgg9eYUqvCRkiRpMbPyP4V9Q6/IMG_20250425_101051_674.jpg)|![IMG_20250425_101021_223.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmYNe5tNfZCP6dphJjU3WwvgVAYmpudzkR3miS7wnT6hKz/IMG_20250425_101021_223.jpg) -|- The image mentioned in the second picture is of a potted flower.As a child, I would gather in groups with the boys of the neighborhood to bathe in the Chitra River and bring them cut flowers.The potted flowers are incredibly beautiful.Picking pot flowers was an endless joy.We would each compete to see who could pick the most flowers.It is a great history.
There is a saying that what is written on the forehead cannot be refuted.Everything is changing.Now we are far from childhood. It's impossible to go back to childhood even if you want to. However, I want to preserve childhood through reminiscence.