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What stupid things did you do when you were a child that your parents laughed at for years?

They are still laughing at picking up loach.

When I was a child, my father liked to pick loaches in the fields during the slack season. My brother and I were just wannabe.

I am responsible for carrying loach baskets, and my brother is responsible for getting things for my father.

My dad was busy for a long time that day and probably caught three or four pounds of loach. I couldn't carry it, so my dad went to get a thick stick and asked me and my brother to carry the basket.

After scraping the last loach, my father asked me to go home with my brother first. He washed the mud and followed.

My brother and I obediently carried loach baskets and walked on the ridge. My brother and I don't cooperate well. Either he walks so fast that I can't keep up, or I raise him. The loach basket slipped to my brother, who was too heavy.

The two of us began to blame each other. My brother blames me for walking slowly, and I blame my brother for walking fast. He thought I was up there, and I thought he was down there. ...

On a slope, he walked fast and held high in front, and the loach baskets all slid to my side, and I struggled behind.

We had a quarrel at the opening ceremony. When my brother gets angry, he says, I won't lift it. After that, he really let go of his hand, and the loach basket immediately fell to the ground, and more than half of the loaches inside were poured out, and the loaches were alive and kicking everywhere on the ground.

I quickly bent down to pick it up, and my brother stood still.

I picked it up too slowly, and some loaches jumped into the grass. This was the result of my father's hard work for half a day, and I was in tears.

While crying, I was busy picking up loach. It happened that an uncle of mine passed by and he picked it up for me.

Not long after, my dad followed me to help pick it up, and soon all the loaches were picked up.

They looked at me and smiled happily.

Later, my dad said that I cried, and my face was big when my dirty hands picked up the loach.

This matter has been laughed at by them, saying that our brother and sister are not at peace, and it is not good to mention loach.

I always remember the lesson of this incident, complaining can only make things worse and worse, and it will cost me more.