Do you remember the embarrassing thing that happened when you were a child?

Childhood is happy and beautiful. In the 1980s, childhood memories were catching cicadas in trees, pulling out birds' eggs, catching tadpoles in water, digging loach, playing hide-and-seek at home, and taking wooden guns as mountain kings. Of course, what I remember deeply is the anecdote of drinking sweet wine as a child.

When I was 3 or 4 years old, I stayed with my mother, who was still a township cadre. She goes to the countryside to do mass work every day. Play with friends in the township government every day. Once, a relative gave me an altar of liqueur. I want to try, but my mother just won't let me. This aroused my strong interest in sweet wine.

When my mother went to the countryside, I found the sweet wine hidden under the bed and tasted it. It tastes light and delicious. So, I recruited a few friends in the hospital to show them that my drinks are the best, and my friends surrounded me and begged them. At first, everyone tasted it and said it was delicious. Then you and I drank it like adults. Finally, my friend and I were unconscious around the jar.

When my mother came back from the countryside in the afternoon, she saw this scene and shouted that something had happened. Everyone in the hospital was shocked. Everyone came to my house to watch. Just as everyone was about to take us to the hospital, I was woken up, and other friends were woken up one after another. It turned out that sweet wine made us drunk. From then on, I have a lingering fear of drinking.