When I was a child, I was beaten mostly because I was greedy. What about you?

When I was a child, most of the reasons for being beaten were gluttony, just like the classic "steamed bread skin" incident.

My neighbor's aunt just steamed a big pot of steaming steamed bread. I squatted in front of her desk, and she leaned forward, went back to the kitchen to cook, and tore the skin of the steamed bread to eat.

There is also a second classic "persimmon" incident. At that time, I took a group of children and drank the Arctic Ocean with an oiled paper straw. While Grandma Beiwu was sleeping, I pierced a hole under the persimmon on the windowsill, drank it and blew it, as if I had never been persecuted. Because of this, I was almost beaten into a persimmon by my loving father.

And when I was a child, I loved canned peaches and lychees, but at that time, I was short of materials and could only eat them when I was sick, so I was looking forward to getting sick.

My friend told me that eating toothpaste would make me sick. Boy, I ate a whole tube of toothpaste, but I didn't get sick and wasted a tube of toothpaste. . .

Seeing this, someone will definitely ask, can a tube of toothpaste be eaten? Hey, toothpaste is nothing at all. When I was a child, I used to put a bunch of red flowers in front of the community on National Day and icicles under the eaves in winter.

When we were young, we didn't have much to play with, so we just played with mud, uprooted and painted. But at this point, I can play tricks and add water to turn over the soil in the sand pile, which can be said to be the inspiration of baking pasta later. When the time comes, after adding water and mud, I will buckle it into "chocolate" with a mold and share it with other children.

There is also grinding stones, grinding stones into hearts or something. My sister is better than me in this respect. She is about five years old. She squatted in the yard without eating, drinking or sleeping, and ground a red brick into powder to build a house, which still makes me admire.

The game "uprooting" may be unheard of by children after 00. In fact, it is to drag the stems of two poplar leaves to each other to win others.

I was almost obsessed with playing this game at that time. In order to win the title of "the king of old roots", I put a "fresh root" in my sneakers for half a month, just to make its water evaporate and become a tough "invincible old root".

And I covered my feet with more than one rib, which is a dense layer. Then I insisted on wearing sneakers stuffed with old ribs and running in physical education class. My feet hurt. It can be said that I felt when I walked with the little mermaid who switched legs with the witch. . .