The sweetest part of life for anybody is childhood. The games, the fun and frolics,Comic books, mother’s love and last but not the least grandmother’s bedtime stories . Stories have always been an integral part of every culture. Every childhood is bejeweled with the best jewelry of such stories. They came in various forms; short, long, fairy tales, tales of ogres and demons and monsters, kings and queens, brave hearts and gallant warriors, animals that can talk, gods and demi gods, tales of wisdom and courage. As we grow old, some love these stories more and some get busy with the real world.
I have been a person who have not forgotten the charm of these short stories. I remember vividly I had a book of collection of stories. It was one of favorite book. I still remember the day I got it. It was a prize which I won for my elocution competition. There were 5 stories in the book. The cover of the book had many colorful pictures of the characters from the book. I would adore the cover for hours.
The first story was about a little boy, who was very poor and one day he finds his fairy godmother. There was no difficult words or many plots in the tale, but the simplicity was very captivating.
The next two were kind of moral stories for kids, which taught about good deeds and chivalry. My most loved story was the fourth one, it was about an unknown land where people was terrorized buy a great demon. Once a strong warrior came to the village. He was sad to see the unhappiness of the villagers. When he came to know about the monster, he pledged to destroy the evil demon.
The fight between the two was so nicely depicted that, even while reading I was taken over by a sense of excitement and bewilderment. But as it always happens, good triumphs over bad. The demon was defeated and the good man was gifted with many presents from the villagers which also included the village head’s pretty girl as a wife.
I still wonder if such collection of short stories for kids still available.
