Childhood memory composition

In daily study, work and life, many people have written compositions. Writing is a kind of speech activity with strong comprehensiveness and creativity. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following is a collection of essays about childhood memories, for your reference only, hoping to help you. Childhood Memories Composition 1 Holding the key of "Memories", I opened the long-forgotten box of childhood memories, which contained many of my past events. Some memories are carved more precious and unforgettable by time. I remember when I was five years old, on a snowy day, I went to visit my friend Chunyu. We are not only good friends, but also neighbors. We made a snowman and had a snowball fight. We piled them together. The snowman's body slowly got up and his head was piled up by us. That beautiful mouth is really like a lovely snow white. After making the snowman, we had a snowball fight. I threw a snowball, but she was still a snowball. We are all about to become snowmen. How wonderful the memories of childhood are! I want to keep my childhood happiness forever and cherish my unforgettable friendship. On the morning of July 28th, when I was six years old, my parents went shopping and my brother and I were at home. After my brother and I finished the homework left by my mother, my brother insisted on watching TV. If you don't let him see it, he will cry. I could only listen to what he said and turn on the TV for a while, and then it was broadcast to Journey to the West. It happens to be on. I said, "My mother likes to watch Journey to the West best. Let's turn off the TV and watch it when mom comes back, ok? " The younger brother quickly said, "Good! Good! " Clap while talking. The younger brother asked again, "Then what shall we play?" He really touched me. I said, "well ... just play hide-and-seek or snake ladder?" The younger brother said, "Absolutely not!" It's too difficult. "I said," then play with building blocks. " The younger brother said, "Great! I like playing with building blocks best. "We played with building blocks for an hour. Mom and dad are back. The younger brother immediately ran to his mother and said, "We have a surprise for you!" " "My mother asked doubtfully," What surprise can you give me? Lie to me? " I said: Journey to the West! Mom is more confused? My brother immediately turned on the TV, played it there and found that the green space was being played. I asked doubtfully, "It's a journey to the west, but why is it gone?" At this time, mom and dad smiled heartily and said, "You can't keep the programs on TV." My brother and I cried. I don't know what happened. Mother said, "TV programs are arranged by directors, one after another." "Mom patiently told us the truth, and we couldn't help laughing through tears. Now I am 1 1 years old. Whenever I think about it, I feel really funny! Today, the teacher asked us to discuss interesting things about childhood, and all the students raised their hands to discuss, and I also entered my childhood memories. I remember living in Beijing when I was six or seven years old. At that time, because I was too young, my parents wouldn't let me drink soda such as Sprite Cola, saying that too young children and soda were not good for my health. One day, my parents will go shopping in the supermarket with me. I saw a bottle of sprite. At first, my mother refused to buy it for me, but under my pleading, my mother finally relented and reluctantly bought me a bottle. I was very happy after drinking Sprite. Squeeze the bottle gently with your hand. It's a little hard to pinch, so you shake it and squeeze it with your hand. This bottle is as hard as iron. I was just about to shake it again when my mother said, "Stop shaking it." "Why?" I asked curiously. My mother was afraid that I would make trouble again and deliberately scared me and said, "It will explode!" " "Hearing this, I was completely cheated. I once saw an explosion on a TV series and thought: If it really exploded, wouldn't my parents and I both die? So I was too scared to use my hand again and held it carefully until I checked out. I want to drink Sprite when I leave the mall. I asked my mother to help me unscrew the bottle. If my mom can't twist it, I'll let my dad twist it. Who knows that the father who has infinite power can't unscrew it, so father and mother twist it together. I watched and imagined: Isn't this before the explosion on TV? So, I stepped back, one step, five steps, ten steps, twenty steps ... one meter, five meters, ten meters ... I went a little further and heard "Bang!" Sprite opened with a bang, but it splashed all over mom and dad. In a blink of an eye, the class is over, and I am still immersed in the happy imagination ... Childhood Memories Composition 4 Childhood is golden, beautiful and happy, but in this golden, beautiful and happy childhood, there will be some lessons, some of which will make you suffer enough, but at the same time, it will also make you understand the truth. I learned such a profound lesson. One morning that summer, my mother went out to buy food, and I was alone at home. When I felt thirsty while watching TV, I went to the kitchen to drink water, picked up the kettle and thought, I have to pour water into a cup to drink. It's really troublesome. I might as well just drink it. I picked up the kettle and drank directly at the spout. After a while, mom came back. She boiled the water and poured it into the kettle. As soon as she finished pouring, I went to drink water again. At that time, I didn't know that my mother had poured boiling water into the pot, so I picked up the kettle and prepared to drink water. Mother is busy cooking, so she has no time to see me. Who knows, as soon as the water entered, I spit it out with a "wow". But there is still some water flowing from my mouth to my chin. I just feel a burning pain under my lips. I was standing there, and my mother saw me like this and ran over to ask me what was wrong. I cried and told my mother everything. Mother listened and said anxiously, "My little ancestor! Strangely, you don't bubble in your mouth right away! " Mom quickly took me to the pool to wash my chin and handed me a popsicle ice compress mouth. At night, my mouth is just as my mother predicted: full of bubbles. There is also a brown scar on the chin. Mom said, "It's a good thing it's summer vacation. Otherwise, your classmates don't laugh at you! " Through this lesson, I will never be lazy again, for fear that I will suffer. Childhood, a good memory of my childhood composition 5 childhood is a meteor that flashed before my eyes, and it is also a beautiful dream. Recalling my childhood often makes me laugh. I still remember an autumn when I was ten years old. That autumn, I spent it at my grandmother's house. It rained cats and dogs the day before. A good playmate in the village and I each carried a bamboo basket and went to a small forest far away from the village to pick mushrooms. But we didn't see mushrooms, but my other friend saw a little frog, probably because there is a river not far from the grove! My friend wants to catch the little frog and play in the jar, but she can't catch the little frog. Then I grabbed a stick and hit the frog. The frog may have fainted. My friend quickly found a small glass bottle, and then I picked the frog into the small glass bottle with a wooden stick. In this way, I met his wish and suddenly found a big mushroom, about the size of a glass mouth, where the frog fainted. My friend is playing with the frog. Looking at my friend and playing with the little frog, I suddenly felt sorry for the frog. I regret putting the frog in a glass bottle. I'm trying to persuade my friend to let him go, but he won't listen. He and I just got home. When I got home, I couldn't put it down. However, I accidentally cut the mushroom in half at last, and I cried sadly! I wanted to wait for grandpa to come back from the cornfield to show him this mushroom and show it off to him. But I broke it. It seems that I can't even show off if I want to. I have to dry my favorite mushrooms. Childhood memories are really interesting! Childhood Memories Composition 6 Everyone's childhood is colorful, with happiness and happiness. There are many interesting things in it, which string together my wonderful childhood memories like pearls. I remember when I was a child, my grandmother bought some chickens one day. I had never seen a live chicken at that time, so I was extremely excited about it. I lie on the ground every day to watch how the hairy chickens eat rice and drink water, and let them play with me. I have also taken care of chickens, and I have raised these chickens as carefully as "mother hen". Although I worked hard, chickens died one after another, and I was very sad every time. Finally, only one chicken grew up under my care. It faded its yellow hair, gradually grew wings and became more and more beautiful. I feed it with water every day, for fear that it will stay indoors too stuffy, and I often take it to play in the yard. It is also very obedient and has been following me, and we have become inseparable friends. I also gave it a name: Shuai Shuai. However, with the growth of Shuai Shuai, new problems have emerged. It always sings loudly in the morning, which makes the family unable to sleep well, and even the neighbors have many opinions. So, the adults will kill it. I'm in a hurry, but I don't know how to persuade everyone to stay in Shuai Shuai. One morning, I saw an egg on the dining table, and suddenly I had a brainwave and took it to my mother. I excitedly raised the egg and said to my mother, "Mom, look, Shuai Shuai laid an egg. Don't kill it, it can lay eggs for us! " "Mother was shocked, then laughed, knocked the egg on the table, and the egg skin cracked, revealing white and tender protein. It turns out that this egg is a boiled egg. But my actions saved Shuai Shuai's life. The adults decided to give Shuai Shuai to relatives in the countryside, and I can still visit my good friends from time to time. Childhood Memories Composition 7 In January, it was snowing heavily and it was a scene of winter. The campus seemed to be buried in the sea of ice and snow. In a blink of an eye, March arrived. Blood chestnuts grow and warblers fly, the earth recovers and the weather gets warmer. The students are laughing, playing and enjoying themselves, because the spring breeze has already blown and spring has come. In April and May, with the temperature rising bit by bit, the cold weather gradually disappeared and the students' clothes gradually decreased. And started many outdoor activities: running, playing badminton ... When the bell rang, they entered the classroom with a smile. In the microcomputer class, students are free to operate the computer after completing the task and have a good time. But time flies, and spring has gradually passed. In June, summer arrived, and the students only wore a shirt. Friends are playing by the river, but there are fewer and fewer harmonious days because the final exam is coming. In September, the weather turned cold. Autumn is coming. The students have started a new year's study and life. The atmosphere of joy began again. 1 1 month, winter has arrived. It's snowing. Snowflakes are flying, and the students are watching them fall. Every snowflake is especially pure and beautiful. Ah! Campus life has always been interesting! This is the four seasons in my campus. Childhood Memories Composition 8 Childhood events are like countless stars in the sky. The most interesting thing is one summer when I was six years old. It's very hot in the summer morning, and cicadas keep calling in the trees. I stayed alone in the yard, and my parents went out. So, I basked in the sun in the yard for a while and learned cicada singing for a while. Suddenly, an inconspicuous small pond appeared in the corner of the yard, which triggered my whimsy: I can play with mud by the pond. I mean what I say. I make mud into little people or animals. Suddenly, I found a piece of mud sticking to my nose. I used two dirty hands to do it, but it got dirtier and dirtier, even my whole face was covered with black mud. This is really like a black man from India! Forget it, forget it, my mind is always so naive. When I went back to play, I was shocked: what are those black things? What an ugly face! I wonder who piled it up with such a poor IQ. Really ugly. Let's speed up! After I stepped on it, it suddenly occurred to me that I haven't piled up the mud yet! At first, I thought it was the mud I had just piled! I scolded myself, too. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh at that time. I'm really in distress situation! In the days after that, whenever I think about it, I always giggle. Memories are always beautiful. Although my childhood has passed away from me, the carefree and happy time of my childhood will never disappear in my memory. Childhood memories still exude charming fragrance. Looking back on my childhood, I think of what happened in my grandfather's garden. At that time, I was six. I went to the fields with my grandfather, and I remembered that I really couldn't help laughing! There is a big garden in my home. There are butterflies, grasshoppers, dragonflies, bees, everything. There are white butterflies and yellow butterflies. This kind of butterfly is very small and not very beautiful. The beautiful butterfly is red and covered with gold powder. Dragonflies are tight, grasshoppers are green, bees are buzzing, covered in fluff, and they fall on flowers, fat and round, like a small hairball, and stay motionless on them. Grandpa and I came to the field. At first glance, the fields are full of vitality, with fish ponds on both sides. There are goldfish and sunfish in the fish pond. The fish jumped around happily, as if welcoming us, jumping high and playing in the water. Then things happened ... suddenly, there was a little frog, whose graceful jumping posture was enviable, and its jumping made a croaking sound. It seemed to say good morning to me, and then I jumped behind the little frog and accidentally fell into the water. Although I can swim a little, the water is neither shallow nor deep! I shouted, "Help! Help! " Grandpa cackles when he walks, even the young man can't catch up. Grandpa quickly picked up a long branch and pulled me up. There are many interesting things in my childhood, and this is the most interesting thing. Although let me into the water, let me a little lost, but I gained happiness. Childhood Memories Composition 10 When I was a child, I often thought: If the sky is purple, it will be more eye-catching; If the leaves are purple, they will be more refreshing. -Introduction Purple has a very novel feeling. I don't know if I like this novel feeling or there are other reasons. From small to large, purple grew up with me. When I was a child, I often fantasized that it would be great if everything in the world turned purple. Purple, a beautiful color ... why is lavender so eye-catching Because it is dark purple, I don't know how many times I recall this childish question. Because there is no lavender here, we can only watch those purple lavender on TV with envy. I remember once, I had a dream of lavender, which grew in clusters. I watched the unique planting methods of farmers who grow lavender; Recently, I saw the "charming" appearance and "charming" taste of lavender; I still had a good sleep on lavender. Some children cried with envy when they saw me sleeping so soundly on it, and some even went to complain to their parents. Looking at them, I smiled happily. But when I woke up, I found that I was daydreaming. My mother doesn't know what's wrong with her, but she's happy. Then she smiled and said, "Look at you. What makes you happy?" She also talked in her sleep. Look, the saliva is all over the pillow. "Although I sometimes feel that purple is a very lonely color, I can't help but like it when I think of the interesting story about purple when I was a child. Purple is beautiful, beautiful. Childhood Memories Composition 1 1 Childhood is a pure and unforgettable time. Childhood, we weave beautiful stories every day; An insect, a toy, a discovery and an argument seem insignificant, but they contain our happiness, dreams and pursuits. Now I am no longer a child, and I no longer have an innocent smile when I was a child; Recalling the innocent fun when I was a child, there is always a feeling of deep attachment, which makes people unable to speak in their dreams. My home is in the north. When I was a child, I liked to have snowball fights and make snowmen in the ice and snow. Whenever winter comes, goose feather-like snowflakes fall from the sky, one after another, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking forward to the world, I can only see snowflakes fluttering, like petals blown to the ground by the wind, spinning in succession; Like the seven fairies scattered flowers, flying all over the sky. I remember making a snowman when I was ten years old. It snowed heavily the night before, and when I got up in the morning, the wind stopped and the snow stopped. Open the door, a white cold light stung people dazzled. So, my brother and I picked up a shovel and built a snowman in the yard, with a white body, a round head, black eyes made of coal balls and a cotton nose, and it was upturned! My brother painted the snowman's mouth in red ink again. He is laughing at us! My brother made a beautiful hat for the snowman with a piece of red paper. The snowman suddenly became more arrogant! The snowman made a pile and we laughed happily. Childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life; Childhood is a song, which contains our happiness and happiness; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing. I can't save my childhood, I just want to cherish this wonderful time. Memories of childhood composition 12 Now, I am in the fourth grade, which reminds me of my childhood. It's really colorful. Think about it. When I was in the first grade, I was a bullied child. When I was in the second grade, I felt like a child who was about to grow up. In the third grade, I felt that the higher the grade, the more difficult the topic was. Now I'm in the fourth grade, and I feel like an adult who is about to graduate. In my heart, childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart; Childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you memorable; Childhood is like a rainbow in a storm, colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Childhood is like that winding path, which makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Heavy rain can't drown these moving melodies, only lovely sunshine shines on them and preserves them ... childhood memories will be engraved in my heart forever. Childhood Memories Composition 13 Childhood is like a beautiful night sky with many stars. Every star is a story full of laughter and sadness. But what I remember best is a stupid thing I did when I was a child. That was when I was six years old. My mother took me to the supermarket to buy things that day. My mother bought a lot of things. When I get home, I want to paint. I looked around and found there was not a piece of paper. I looked at the drawer again and suddenly found a pale yellow paper. I looked, and there were many words on it. I thought: Why are there so many words on this paper? I read it, but I can't understand it. Forget it. At least there is paper. Make do with it. Since there are words in front, I will draw at the back. When I turned the newspaper to the back, I was even more surprised that there were words on the back! What kind of paper is this? We are confused. Later, I found no other paper, so I drew a picture on it. There were so many words on the paper that I made a mistake in a moment. I was so angry that I tore up the paper. My mother is coming. She looked at the torn paper on my desk, approached me and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why did you tear it up? This is very important! " I said casually, "Isn't this just a piece of paper?" "This is the invoice. The invoice is in the unit! " Mom said worriedly. I thought about it and said to my mother, "then I'll write you an invoice." "Every time I think about it, I smile. Everyone has a childhood. I like childhood. This is an interesting and colorful childhood. Memories of childhood composition 14 one day, I looked at the sky from the window and accidentally saw the shadow of my childhood ... remember, my favorite game as a child was playing house. Because of the lack of manpower and props, when we were young, we often brought dolls from our own homes, used stones as vegetables and the like, and appointed a person to pick all kinds of leaves, colorful flowers and grotesque grass instead of food. " Mom "does housework at home and takes care of the children." "Dad will work outside. Grandma watches Peking Opera at home. The appearance of harmony. No matter how many times we play this game, we always have something new. Therefore, we are often tired of playing. When we are tired of playing, we will lie by the old tree and eat beans and flowers. Pick beans and flowers, choose red and big ones, so that the nectar inside is delicious. Generally, I peel off both sides of the bean curd first, and then take out the yellowish core in the middle and put it in my mouth until it is not sweet. Tofu pudding has a sweet taste and flows into your heart like a trickle. We also like to play make-up games for ourselves. First, I secretly went to my backyard to pick some flowers, smashed them into mud with clean stones, and then gently soaked them in water for 4 seconds, wiping them on my face regardless of my penis. There will be a "ghost cry" when you go home, and then there may be a "storm". However, we still love to play. Girls always love beauty. This is my happy and simple childhood. Childhood Memories Composition 15 Childhood life, like a small river, flows happily. There are many interesting things, such as goldfish, swimming around in my memory stream ... I remember when I was five years old, my mother and father took me to my grandmother's house-Marley. Bring me back when I was eight. I spent my childhood in these three years. At that time, grandma had no children, only me. I was regarded as a baby by them. They won't let me do any housework. I feel very happy. Once, my little aunt and I went to the ridge to pick wild fruits. I didn't tell my grandmother about it. They didn't see us come back until noon. They were afraid that we would disappear, so they went to find us. They finally found us on the ridge. They also called my little aunt, saying that she took me everywhere. From this time on, I realized that they care about me and love me.