Contest Alert ⚠️ 1 Picture 1 Story Week #74

Dear Steemit friends, how are you all? Today in a photo contest, I will share a story behind my cho mill. This is basically a wood cutting machine. With the help of this machine, wood is cut and made beautiful.

The story is from my childhood. First of all, when I was very young. At that time, I loved playing cricket very much. I used to play cricket myself. I must have been about 10 to 12 years old. At that time, the boys of the neighborhood would play cricket together.

We would get balls to play. But we didn't have a good bat. When I was young, we used to play with a piece of wood. My hands would hurt a lot. The boys of the neighborhood would play cricket like this every day. At that time, there was a joy in playing cricket. There was a beautiful bonding. I can't find that moment at that time.

What is done is a matter. There was wood in my uncle's house. We, a few of us, used to go to the sawmill to cut wood. There we used to cut a piece of wood. You don't remember correctly. Did we buy the cut or did we take it with us. But there we tried to make a bat with a piece of wood.

After a long time, after Soumil's work, we started making bats. Finally, we made a bat. But we were all young. This bat was very heavy. It was difficult to play because of this. It was seen that the ball had passed before the bat was driven.

We cleaned it well with sandpaper. There were many stains on the made bat. That is why it was rubbed with sandpaper. Now the bat is beautiful. But it is still very heavy. We have played with the bat for a long time. But it was not fun that way. Finally, what we do is cut the bat backwards. We ruined it because we cut the bat randomly.

Since the bat has now become small. Also, it has been painted. Since it was a real job and was not made that well. That is why the more we thinned it, the weight of the bat was not less. But what else could we do, we painted the bat green.

Then we played for a few days and had a lot of fun. Although those moments of childhood are memories for us now. There is still that person as our memory. When we see the battery, many memories still come to mind.

At that time, we were hoping for a bat. Even after many bats, I don't like this game. Not everyone in the neighborhood is together. Everyone is busy with their own lives. Now only the bat is left.

All those moments of childhood, recognition, everything remains. Only now everyone in the neighborhood is no longer together. That's why when I see this previous bat, I remember the memories. It feels very bad. Everything has changed with time. It's actually very difficult.

Today, I had no intention of making you emotional in this competition. I myself became emotional while sharing the story. Anyway, everyone will be fine. I am saying goodbye here like today. I wish everyone good health.

Invited my friends: @shadow04 @ulfatulrahmah @ariful2 @sohag10 @anowarhoussain

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