Ask for an interesting childhood composition of about 400 words. It should be funny.

When I mentioned my childhood, many interesting things came to my mind.

I remember when I was five or six years old, I liked eating oranges best. But I often swallow orange seeds. Once, my relatives gave us some oranges. I stared at the orange and kept drooling, so I peeled one. It happened that my neighbor's mother-in-law came to my house, and I accidentally swallowed orange seeds while eating oranges. I suddenly became stupid and my eyes kept rolling. My mother-in-law saw it and asked me what was going on. I said, "I swallowed orange seeds." I pointed to my mouth and said. Mother-in-law smiled and said, "Isn't that good? If you want to eat oranges in the future, you can pick them on your head. " I cried and thought, "What can I do?" ! I turned to my mother-in-law and asked, "If you swallow orange seeds, it's not like me." My mother-in-law proudly said, "I am different from you. We are adults and you are children. We are not afraid. " I listened to my mother-in-law, scared and ridiculous.

Another year has passed, and it is time for oranges to grow. Once, I was eating oranges and swallowed orange seeds at once. At this time, I remembered that when I was five or six years old, my mother-in-law said that if I swallowed orange seeds, an orange tree would grow on my head. So, I touched my head. Hey, there are no orange trees. I went to my neighbor's mother-in-law's house with questions and asked her. Mother-in-law said, "Silly child, I lied to you." I'm surprised and happy.

Now that I think about it, if you don't let me laugh, I will still laugh. I didn't know I was so stupid. From this, I also know a truth-you can't listen to what others say, you have to try it yourself to know whether it is true or not. This truth also reminds me of the pony crossing the river in grade two. The river is not as shallow as the old cow said, nor as deep as the squirrel said.

Childhood, how unforgettable! But it is like a feather, drifting farther and farther. Occasionally I will pick a string of nursery rhymes and write them in Japanese and Chinese. Ah! It was my year. Like a bunch of candied haws, sour and sweet.