I miss those days when I was beaten when I was a child

As I get older, I often think of some of my childhood experiences, such as being scolded by my mother and slapped by my father. Now that I think about it, some of them are still very disturbing. Unforgettable, to give a few examples, it can be regarded as infinite nostalgia for childhood.

? Story 1: The story of winter vacation homework

? Speaking of this story, I really want to say that this beating was really unjust. Let me set the stage first. When I was a child, I went to school. , every time during the winter and summer vacations, the teacher would give students "Winter Vacation/Summer Vacation Life", which is a book of homework questions for us to complete during the holidays. At that time, everyone was playful and could have fun as soon as the holidays were on. Doing homework, but in order to complete the task, I had to deal with it. I can’t remember which grade it was during the summer vacation. The above questions were very simple, that is, arithmetic questions such as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. At that time, I was trying to catch up on the time. I didn’t even look at it, but scribbled answers on it, such as “1 1 = 4”, “2 3 = 8”, etc. In short, I filled in all the blanks on the homework. At that time, I didn’t know whether it was the teacher who didn’t check or whether it was me. I didn’t hand in my homework, so I just muddled through. After the matter came to an end, I forgot about it. I don’t know how many years later, my father once went to the toilet and there was no toilet paper, so he just tore it from a pile of books. He took a few pages to wipe his butt, but it was such a coincidence that the book he took happened to be the winter vacation life. Who would have thought that when he picked it up and took a look at it, he noticed something was wrong, and casually scolded this little brat for his good deeds. In the end, The result was that my parents started playing mixed doubles. After this experience, I came to a deep conclusion that sooner or later, I would have to pay back the consequences!

? Story 2: The story of falling into the ditch

? I can’t remember how old I am, but I play with a large group of half-year-olds who are many years older than me all day long. They said we were playing together, but in fact I was just a follower. People thought I was too young and didn’t want to take me with them. At that time, when the crops grown in the rural fields came to be irrigated, farmers would build water dragon ditches to irrigate the crops. Now that I have grown up, I feel that those The ditch is also very narrow, but it was different when I was little. I remember one time I went out to play with those half-grown children. We were running and playing in the fields. When we got to the Shuilong ditch, their older children could search it. He jumped over, and when he got to me, I jumped out with a loud sound. What I heard was not the sound of landing, but the sound of falling into the water. First, I was young and had a lack of understanding of my own abilities. Second, it was that It will still be winter, wearing thick cotton pants, no matter how flexible I am, I can't move forward. You can imagine that I have suffered another physical pain as a drowned rat. Although my mother was very angry, she still couldn't move. He dragged me next to the stove and helped me dry my wet cotton pants.

? Story 3: The Story of the Big Well

? There is a very big well on the west side of the mountain in our village. Anyway, when I was a child, I felt that the well was very deep. If I fell in, I would definitely die. I fell to pieces. Children were not sensible at that time, so they would often go there to play with the gang of teenagers. They would often stand by the well and look down. One time, my mother caught me, and she ended up picking up the pimples and cleaning them. I ran away in a rage. At that young age, I could never appreciate my mother's good intentions. I always thought that it was wrong for my mother to hit me. In fact, she hit me to make me remember. If I accidentally fell, I might die. There is really no more. To put it bluntly, this is also an invisible protection.

? Although so much time has passed, the childhood memories seem to have just happened yesterday. The duration appears in front of my eyes. When my child grows up, he will listen to me telling him about it. Will his childhood memories make him laugh at his useless father?