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Essay about childhood of about 550 words

In study, work, and life, everyone has the experience of writing compositions, and they are very familiar with compositions. Through compositions, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a 550-word composition for sixth grade about interesting childhood stories that I compiled. It is for reference only. Everyone is welcome to read it. Interesting Anecdotes from Childhood 550 Words Sixth Grade Composition 1 Many things happened in my childhood, some of which made me sad, some of which made me embarrassed, and some of which made me laugh out loud and laugh at the same time. I remember one afternoon in the third grade, my mother was cooking and I was reading a book seriously. Suddenly, my mother shouted loudly: "Ah, Chen Siyu, come here." This voice brought me back to reality from the dream world. I ran to my mother like a gust of wind, looked at my mother's body carefully and asked with concern: "Are you injured?" I looked at my mother up and down. She was not injured! Could it be that my mother lied to me? I asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Mom?" Mom said a little embarrassed: "I...I...I...just don't have the materials." I returned to the room with peace of mind and said to myself: " It ruins other people's dreams, but it doesn't matter, I can continue." It won't take more than a few minutes. My mother ran to the door of my room again and said, "Can you go down and buy a scarf for me?" I was stunned for a moment and said, "Okay." My mother gave me some money, and I took the money and walked while reading. I accidentally bumped into someone, so I quickly said "I'm sorry" and ran into the mall. I looked around in the mall and finally found a place selling scarves. Why did my mother ask me to buy a scarf at this time? I thought about it. No matter, just finish shopping and go home and read. I bought a scarf, came home out of breath, and said loudly to my mother: "Mom, here you go, what you want to buy." I put the scarf on the sofa, walked back to the room and continued reading. But less than three seconds later, my mother came over to me angrily. I thought: Could it be that the color I bought is not suitable? Mom doesn't like it? She yelled like a dinosaur: "I told you to buy MSG, not a scarf." When I heard this, I couldn't help laughing, and my mother was also amused by me. What an interesting thing about childhood! When I look at it as an adult, it makes me laugh uncontrollably. Interesting Anecdotes from Childhood 550 Words Sixth Grade Essay 2 In my colorful childhood life, there were many unforgettable "firsts", such as: the first time making tea, the first time singing Peking Opera, the first time playing table tennis... But , the most unforgettable thing for me was the first time I used an iron to iron a book cover. I remember when I was in first grade, my mother bought me some colorful plastic book covers with several pictures of Ultraman printed on them. You must know that at that time, Ultraman was my favorite cartoon character, because he was invincible and invincible. But after a few days, there were a few clearly visible wrinkles on the book cover, which made me very sad. I was feeling depressed when suddenly I saw my mother using an electric iron to smooth out the wrinkled clothes. At this time, it was like I found a bright light in the darkness. I thought: Since an electric iron can press clothes so smoothly, can't I press book covers flat? Just like that, while my mother was putting the iron on the table, I quietly walked to the table, carefully picked up the iron and pressed it on the book cover, while I was afraid of making any noise and alerting my mother. I heard a "squeak" sound, and I was stunned for a moment. Then I saw a big iron mark on the cover of the book, and I cried "Wow--". At this time, my mother heard the sound and ran over and asked: "Son, what's wrong?" I said intermittently: "My... Ultraman was... eaten by the Flatiron Monster!" After that, I cried again. stand up. I saw my mother burst out laughing and said, "Silly boy, don't you know that plastic will melt when exposed to high temperatures? Think about it, if a plastic book cover hits an electric iron, can it not leave an iron mark?" Mom finished speaking He laughed again. So I stopped crying and nodded doubtfully. Until now, I can't help laughing when I think of this ridiculous and funny thing. Forgive me for being young and ignorant. But laughter is laughter, and happiness is happiness. After laughing, I understood the truth: no matter what I do in the future, I must think twice before doing anything as stupid as this time. Fun Stories from Childhood 550 Words Sixth Grade Composition 3 My mind is like the magnificent ocean, and the interesting stories in it are like countless coral stones in the sea, some big, some small, some weird and so on.

Then I will choose a large and beautiful coral stone for you to enjoy now! This "coral stone" records something that is still fresh in my memory. I was only five years old at that time, and I was very curious, so I dared to play with anything and touch anything. I had no idea how to write the word "fear". Even so, there is one thing that my parents talk about very much, and that is fire! firewood! box! My mother said that if you play with matchboxes, you will wet the bed. It made my hair stand on end and I had goosebumps all over the floor. However, driven by curiosity, I must get to the bottom of it to find out. "Happiness" came so suddenly, my mother finally went out. I ran to the kitchen as fast as lightning, picked up the matchbox and ran to the open space with lightning speed. Then, I carefully pinched out a match, aimed it at the side of the box, and rubbed it gently, "Chi"... The "little boy" became so angry that I quickly blew it with my mouth, threw down the matchbox and walked away. I ran, feeling both happy and regretful. It was already ten o'clock in the evening. My mother saw that I was distracted and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why don't you go to bed?" I stammered what happened. "Mom, I won't really wet the bed, right?" I asked pitifully. My mother was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, "Hahaha", and while covering her stomach, she said to me, "Silly boy, this is a "white lie" that your parents have to tell. They want you to understand the dangers of fire. That's all..." The laughter continued, and I understood my parents' good intentions. It is precisely because of these stupid and ignorant things that make me think of my childhood as so beautiful and unforgettable! Fun Stories from Childhood 550 words Sixth Grade Composition 4 Childhood is a little poem, childhood is a rainbow, childhood is a ray of sunshine. , accompany me to grow up happily. There are many things in my memory, like the stars in the sky, they are countless. My childhood is passing by slowly, and the fine sand in my hands is also passing by slowly, but those beautiful memories and beautiful moments make me unforgettable. I will definitely enrich my childhood and let it start my beautiful life. Let childhood be like a golden field, filled with the joy of harvest, laughter and intoxicating fragrance. At that time, I was 2 years old and I often went to play in the creek near my home. One evening, I saw the moon reflected in the stream. I thought it was the real moon, so I went down to pick it up. Unexpectedly, it broke as soon as I touched the "moon" with my hand. It restored after a while. I'm so angry! I thought: I went to save you with such good intentions, but you didn’t accept my kindness! In this way, I folded in the water for several hours. At this time, my father came back. When he saw me, he asked: "My child, what are you doing?" "I am saving the moon! I saved it with good intentions, but it didn't accept my kindness and it would catch cold in the water. "My father laughed when he heard it. When I got home, my mother laughed too, and said earnestly, "You kid, it's really a reflection of the moon, not the real moon!" Haha, I was so stupid. Not only did I not "touch" the moon, I also made myself sick. My childhood was like this, full of silly and interesting things. It is precisely so many interesting things and silly things that make up the colorful childhood, the joyful childhood, and the nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am no longer so stupid. I believe that the interesting things in childhood will become the most beautiful memories in my life. Childhood is like a dream in heaven! 550 words of interesting childhood stories for sixth grade composition 5 What is childhood? It’s the cicada on the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the shepherd boy, the company of friends... Speaking of childhood, I can’t help but remind me of an interesting thing. I remember it was a sunny morning, and our whole family was ready to go by car to a place called the "Botanical Garden". Ten minutes later, we arrived at our destination. The strong and powerful characters "Botanical Garden" appeared on the plaque, shining golden under the sunlight. We got out of the car, picked up our things, and walked into this place called the "Botanical Garden". As we walked, we saw a signpost that said "Moyu Pond" and then drew a straight arrow. I was puzzled: Why is it called Moyu Pond and not Fishing Pond? When I was young, I was full of curiosity, and it was this curiosity that led me there. Taking a closer look, it turned out to be just a small pond with a few small carps playing happily and amusingly in the water. The scene in front of me aroused my interest. I immediately took off my shoes and socks and jumped into the pond. The little carps also started to run away because of me.

The water in the pond was not deep, just reaching my knees, so I squatted half-squat, put my two chubby little hands into the water, and started looking for small carps based on the touch of my hands. Those little carps were very naughty, running around here and there, making me dizzy. It took a lot of effort to catch a little carp. In order to prevent it from escaping from my hands, I used I held my hands tightly, but the little carp was not obedient at all. It swung its body vigorously and splashed the water on my face. Suddenly, with a 'pop', the little carp broke free from my hands. came out and jumped into the water. Out of embarrassment, I pounced on it, but the little carp made a sharp turn and hid in the reeds beside the pond, making me miss it! By the time I realized what I was doing, I was already in the water, my clothes and pants had all been washed, and I myself had turned into a drowned rat. I was so embarrassed that I had to crawl ashore in despair. My parents saw me in this state. I couldn't help but laugh and cry, and I was also amused by their funny looks. On that afternoon, the fish pond was filled with laughter and laughter... 550-word interesting childhood stories for sixth grade composition 6 I remember that when I was a child, I was very curious about everything. When I was 5 years old, my father took me Go fishing on the river. The weather was very sunny that day, and my father said it was a good time for fishing. Dad was carrying a plastic bucket and a short iron rod. I took the iron rod and looked at the hole. Unexpectedly, another rod came out and hit me directly on the forehead. I was so surprised. When I screamed, my father smiled and comforted me and said, "You are so careless. Don't cry." He came to the river. I found that this river is really clear, much clearer than the river at my home. I saw that my father's iron rod was very long, with a very thin wire on the top and several red things. Dad pointed and said: "This is a fishing rod, this is a fishing line, this is a float, let me show you something else." After saying that, he took out a plastic box from the plastic bucket, opened it, and saw that it was all Mud, I asked Dad: "Do fish like to eat mud?" Dad smiled and dug out a worm from the mud. It was slippery and soft when touched. As my father jumped the bug onto the fishhook, he said, "This is called an 'earthworm.'" Then he threw the fishhook hard into the center of the river. I said to my dad: "So fishing is so simple." Dad said seriously: "Fishing depends on patience. You can't be half-hearted, you have to be wholehearted." After saying that, the float moved violently, and I shouted loudly, "The fish is hooked, the fish is hooked." I took the bait..." However, Piao immediately calmed down. Dad said softly: "Don't be too loud when fishing, otherwise it will scare the fish away." I stared at the river, and suddenly it floated, then shook violently, and finally the whole float moved, then shook violently, and finally the whole float was submerged in the water. I held my breath and saw my father pulling the fishing rod back hard, and a big fish of 30 centimeters flew up. "Haha, the fish is hooked, let me hug you." Dad handed the fish to me, The fish jumped in my arms. Because I was too small and the fish was too heavy, I almost fell into the river. Fortunately, my father held me, but the fish fell into the river with a "plop". When I got home, my mother saw that I was in a state of embarrassment and that we came back without any fish. She comforted me and said, "Although there are no results, you know how to fish." Interesting Stories from Childhood, 550-word Sixth Grade Composition 7 We all ate marshmallows when we were children, but you know What are marshmallows made of? I don’t know, then let me tell you in the following article! When I was in kindergarten, I especially liked sweets. One time during the Chinese New Year, my parents and I went to the flower show to buy flowers. We saw a small shop selling marshmallows on the roadside. My father saw my saliva dripping down from three thousand feet, so he bought me a marshmallow. When the employees in that store were making marshmallows, I was watching how they made them. There was a pot-like tool with a small stove inside, and there was a layer of frost-like white sugar on the edge of the pot. He poured the white sugar into the small stove, then turned a button, and a circle of blue fire ignited under the small stove. I don't know what kind of chemical reaction occurred, but like a spider spinning silk, a small white thread rose up from the small stove. The employee held a small wooden stick in one hand, and then used the small wooden stick to start wrapping the marshmallows layer by layer. At night, I was still thinking about the delicious marshmallows. Suddenly, I had an idea and had an idea. While my mother was washing vegetables in the kitchen, I secretly pulled out some cotton from the quilt, zipped up the quilt and put it back in its original position.

Then he ran to the bathroom, wet the cotton first, then dipped it in sugar, and couldn't wait to eat it. But the ones I bought are never as delicious. Why doesn’t the cotton melt in my mouth? At this time, my mother came in and asked me what I was doing. I told my mother everything, and she laughed loudly, which made me confused. Later, my mother told the real truth. It turned out that this cotton was not that "cotton", and I secretly laughed. Although several years have passed, this interesting incident will always be remembered in my mind. Whenever my mother mentions this incident, we will laugh loudly. Fun Stories from Childhood 550 Words Sixth Grade Composition 8 Childhood is the shining stars, childhood is the colorful shells, childhood is a happy song that will always echo in our hearts... When I think of childhood, many things come to mind. Fun and fun things to do. However, what I remember most is an interesting incident that happened when I was five years old. When I was a child, my mother often told me stories in bed, "The farmer uncle planted peanuts in the ground, and he will harvest delicious fruits in the autumn..." At that time, I couldn't help but think: If I plant toys in the ground, In autumn, I will definitely be able to harvest more toys... So, early the next morning, I put my optimistic ideas into practice. I came to an open space with a lot of toys, picked up a hoe and dug several holes. When it came to growing toys, I hesitated because many of them were my favorite toys. I selected carefully and was dazzled by the selection. Finally, I made up my mind and planted all the toys in the pit. I imagine that in the fall, I will have countless toys, more than those in the toy supermarket! I watered the small mound where the toys were planted very diligently every day, and I was thinking about where to get some fertilizer... My mother found that all my toys were missing and questioned me. I told my mother that all the toys were gone. I kept it in a place where no one could find it. My mother just thought I was too naughty. I was thinking that I could give my mother a surprise when I harvest more toys in the fall. All I have to do is run out and water the toys every few days, hoping that they will be like peanuts and have a bumper harvest in the fall. Although toys can't grow seedlings like peanuts, I believe that when I dig out the small mound, there will be as many toys as a small train. Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, autumn is finally here. I dragged my mother and dug out the mound with a hoe. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" I cried, I have never been so sad. My mother understood everything, laughed so hard, and comforted me, saying: "Silly boy, only plants can be grown..." Then she accompanied me to dig out all the toys that I had planted, and washed them cleanly... Hehe , this is an interesting thing in my childhood life. Thinking about it now, it makes me dumbfounded. Fun Stories from Childhood 550 Words Sixth Grade Composition 9 Childhood is a colorful world, and there are many happy things stored in this beautiful world that are still fresh in my memory. When I was four years old, I liked small animals very much, and I especially liked little rabbits, because rabbits have a pair of long ears and a three-petal mouth, which I find very interesting. One day, my grandpa bought me two little rabbits. I was very happy. My mother and I put them in a relatively large cage. They were lively and cute. In order to let them relax, my mother and I took them to the water park in Xiaolinghe River to let them breathe fresh air and feed them some fresh weeds to improve their lives. This was the first time I saw a rabbit moving in the wild. I was so happy that I was carried away and started having fun like a small animal. I was afraid that they would get lost, so I kept following them. Unexpectedly, these two little rabbits were very well-behaved. They stayed by my side and did not run far away. Sometimes they stretched, sometimes jumped, and sometimes ate grass seriously. Not to mention how cute it is. Suddenly, I saw a pile of "chocolate beans" piled next to a little white rabbit. This was my favorite snack when I was a child, although it tasted a bit bitter.

At this time, I saw a bunch of "chocolate beans" next to another little rabbit. I thought it was a pity to leave them there, so I immediately ran over to pick up those "chocolate beans". After a while, I had already picked up a small amount. When I was about to put it in my mouth, my mother was watching the scenery and suddenly saw me picking up something to eat. She quickly ran over and asked, "What are you eating?" By this time, I had already eaten one and said, "That's great, little one." Rabbits can give birth to a lot of "chocolate beans", so you don't have to spend money to buy them in the future. But why are these chocolate beans not as delicious as those bought in the supermarket? "My mother looked at my pocket full of "chocolate beans" - rabbits. I stood there dumbfounded. She touched my head lovingly and pitifully and said, "My child, this is not chocolate beans. This is rabbit poop. Why did you eat it?!" Listen When my mother said this, my face suddenly turned red, and then I burst into tears... Now that I have grown up, when I think of the silly thing I did when I was four years old and ate rabbit dung as "chocolate beans", I still feel sad. I couldn't help but laugh for a while. Fun Stories from Childhood 550 words Sixth Grade Composition 10 Everyone has his own happy and colorful childhood, and I am no exception. In my colorful childhood, many interesting things happened. Among them, the one that impressed me most was the one that made me embarrassed and accomplished at the same time. I remember that during the summer vacation that year, I had just learned to swim and my technique was not good. I mostly used swimming rings to carry out activities. After some warm-up activities, I was ready to "march" to the swimming pool. Standing by the swimming pool, I was so excited that I couldn't wait to jump into the water. I used too much force and turned over directly in the water. My legs were raised high in the air, but my head was under the water. I suddenly felt I was dizzy and drank some water in my mouth. I kept splashing in the water, which looked very funny. Finally, with the help of my father and the lifeguard, I was fished out like a little chicken that fell into the water. When we got ashore, my father patted my back and "forced" the water out of my mouth. Just as I was spitting out the water, my father took out his mobile phone and said, "Here." Leave a souvenir for me and show it to you when you grow up." He happily slapped me wildly. My face suddenly turned red and I felt very embarrassed. At this time, my father seemed to see through my thoughts and said to me sincerely: "When learning a skill, you must not be too hasty. You must lay down the basic skills step by step, and then deepen it step by step." , Just like building blocks, if the foundation is not strong, can it still be built up?" I thought what my father said was very reasonable, so I humbly asked my father for his experience. Under my father's patient guidance, I finally learned a little bit. With my father's encouragement, I began to practice basic skills such as swinging my arms, holding my breath, and kicking my legs. With my father's company, I practiced strictly according to the requirements, and I was indeed better than before. Much better. Now I have learned freestyle and backstroke, and the choking incident will never happen again, but my father’s teachings to me will always be remembered in my heart. Whenever I pick up the photos my father took of me, I am reminded of this interesting childhood incident. Interesting Anecdotes from Childhood 550 Words Sixth Grade Composition 11 Time flies so fast, one year has passed in the blink of an eye. But no matter how many years have passed, I will never forget this ridiculous thing. The thing is this: a year ago, my brother just learned to speak, and he was looking for new words to learn. One day, my mother who was doing laundry said to my father: "Husband, please make the bed." This sentence happened to be heard by the younger brother. The younger brother didn't know what "husband" meant, so he parroted it and made a babyish sound. Say: "Husband". Dad heard it and immediately burst out laughing. My younger brother thought this was a very funny thing, so he ran to the living room, hugged his grandfather's legs, raised his head and said to his grandfather with a smile: "Husband". Grandpa was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, grinning from ear to ear. Then, the younger brother ran to the kitchen, grabbed the corner of grandma's clothes, and said in a whisper: "Husband," "What did you say?" Grandma didn't hear clearly. "Old man-", the younger brother shouted loudly in a long voice. "Oh, you little brat...". Grandma burst into laughter before she finished speaking. Later, the little brother ran to the bathroom and got into his mother's skirt. "Baby, what are you doing?" Before the mother could finish asking, the younger brother innocently shouted "Husband——", making the mother burst into tears. He even hugged his little pet quail and said "husband" seriously. I ran out to see what everyone was laughing at. My younger brother came up to me and said coquettishly, "Husband." "Hahaha, you're laughing so hard." I laughed so hard that I couldn't straighten my waist.

Laughter filled every corner of our house. Even he himself burst into laughter, and even his little pet "Little Quail" also giggled. Now, whenever I hear my mother calling my father "husband", I will think of this ridiculous thing, which makes me laugh. It's a pity that now that my brother has grown up, he understands the true meaning of "husband" and will never make such a joke again. 550 words of interesting childhood stories for sixth grade composition 12 Childhood is a colorful "ink painting" that outlines charming and moving stories; childhood is a colorful rainbow, colorful; childhood is a gorgeous lily, exuding intoxicating fragrance Fragrance, the white petals; like beautiful memories... I remember that year, I was five years old. Every time, my sister has to dress up before going out. Drawing eyebrows, applying lipstick, applying sunscreen... It can be said to be "everything is complete". Often when I see her dressing up, I will have "wishful thinking" in my mind. I can also do a beauty treatment at some time. Teacher, how about helping someone else put on their makeup? Ha! The opportunity came: the sun was shining that day, and my sister and a few classmates wanted to take advantage of the good weather to have a picnic outside. No, the students are here to urge me. Sister, she dressed up in a hurry, changed into clean clothes, and left in a hurry. I quickly ran to the door to see if my sister was gone. After confirming again and again, I closed the door with a "bang". I ran to my sister's bedroom and carried all the cosmetics from the bedroom to the living room. Then he tiptoed and carried the kitten, who was playing with a yarn ball, to the sofa. I thought: Hey, I can finally be a beautician for once. My kitten is pure white, which is too ordinary, so I used lipstick to draw small red dots one after another on the kitten. The eyebrows were too light, so I used an eyebrow pencil to draw a "character eyebrow" vigorously. The mouth was too small, so I kept smearing it with lipstick. Well, a beautiful "little beautiful cat" was born. Looking at my "masterpiece", I felt very happy. At this moment, my mother suddenly came back and saw everything in front of her. She couldn't laugh or cry, but after that, she was scolded again, and my sister's cosmetics were also ruined. Now, every time I think about this, I can't help but smile. 550-word interesting stories about childhood, sixth grade composition 13. Childhood is a charming painting, which outlines a touching and interesting story. Childhood is a melodious song, which plays a beautiful fantasy. Childhood is a beautiful jasmine flower. Laughter exudes the intoxicating fragrance like jasmine, and the white petals are like memories. I vaguely remember that when I was a child, I went to the vegetable field with my grandma to plant vegetables. I saw countless flowers and trees along the way, including morning glory, forget-me-nots, rapeseed flowers... all colorful. Although there are not so many varieties of trees, their shapes are all kinds of strange. Some trees are straight, some are curved, and some trees are tilted as if they will fall down. When I got to the vegetable field, I was like a lively rabbit running happily in the field. Grandma couldn't catch me no matter what. After running for a while, I stopped running. I ran to someone else's orchard to pick apples. I quickly ran to the fruit tree, ran back again, picked several big and red apples and ran to my grandma. Grandma looked at the apple in my hand and knew it was stolen from someone else's orchard, so she said: "You little clever guy, you can't do anything well, but you are quite good at this. But I didn't care." I was doing other things less than ten minutes after eating the apple. I saw a grasshopper jumping past me, so I dropped the apple in my hand and pretended to be a grasshopper. The grasshopper jumped so far. , how could I catch it? Fortunately, I didn’t intend to catch grasshoppers. I left the grasshoppers and went to catch the butterflies flying in front of me... Then I saw my grandma planting seeds, so I also planted them like grandma. . But I don’t plant them seriously like grandma, but just throw the seeds on the ground and step on them a few times. I’m still thinking that it’s so easy to plant seeds. How can it be so difficult for me? Haha, It’s funny, my childhood was like this, full of silly things. Although this golden time is slowly moving away from me, I believe that the interesting things in childhood will definitely become the best memories in my life. 550-word composition for sixth grade 14. Childhood is colorful and colorful. It was a sunny afternoon, and I had just entered the first grade.

I pointed to the calendar hanging on the wall and asked my mother: "Mom, why does the calendar have two colors of words, and the black one has more pages and the red one has fewer pages?" My mother replied: "The black one means Monday. It’s Friday, and red means Saturday and Sunday. There are five days of black, but only two of red!” “Oh.” I nodded in understanding, took down the calendar, and studied it carefully. Suddenly, I discovered a secret that I thought was very important: the black ones had to go to school, and the two red days were weekends, so I could rest. So, I came up with another weird idea: if I tear off the black calendar, wouldn’t I stop going to school? Thinking of this, I can't help but feel happy for my "great discovery", as if Columbus discovered the New World. I just did it, and when my mother wasn't paying attention, I tore out a few black parts of the calendar, and finally got some sleep! The next morning, the alarm clock still rang on time. I remembered that the black calendar had been torn off, so I hid under the quilt and snickered. After a long time, my mother came over and urged me: "Little lazy boy, get up quickly, you're going to be late for school!" I yawned and said, "You don't have to go to school today." "Isn't today Wednesday? Why not!" "Go and see. Calendar!" Mom walked to the calendar, turned it over carefully, and immediately understood everything. "It turned out to be a good thing you did!" My mother couldn't laugh or cry. She took off my quilt and said, "Get up and go to school right away! Do you think you don't have to go to school if you tear up the calendar?" I looked at my mother and stared at me like copper. With bell-like eyes, I was so scared that I didn’t dare to say a word... Now, every time I think about this, I laugh! Fun Stories from Childhood 550 Words Sixth Grade Composition 15 Childhood is like a palette, which is constantly adjusted and adjusted to bring out my colorful memories: childhood is like a Rubik's Cube, which is gently turned and turned to bring out my joys, sorrows and joys. I still remember that year, when my father came back from a business trip, he brought me a beautiful clay doll. The little clay doll has chocolate-colored skin. A sky blue coat, a pink skirt, and emerald green shoes, how chic it is. Her small and exquisite face is embedded with a pair of big, watery eyes, as if she has many beautiful stories to tell you. Under her upturned little nose is a small mouth like a cherry. Under the sunlight, the clay doll's hair shone with a golden light of happiness. Whenever I think of this cute clay doll, I am so happy that I can’t open my mouth from ear to ear. The days are passing by, and the clay doll is a little dirty. What should I do? While I was worried, I said to myself: "You can wash your clothes if they are dirty, and you can wash your shoes if they are dirty... Oh, it seems that today I have to work hard to help the clay doll take a bath! I can't help it, who made me do this? What about her who likes the charming girl? " Just do it, I hummed a tune while cleverly preparing all the tools for bathing the clay doll according to my mother's method of washing clothes. I washed and washed carefully. Oh my god, what's going on? Why does it get dirtier the more I wash it? I was so puzzled that I started scrubbing with more force than before. It is conceivable that from then on, I would never see my inseparable good friend Clay Doll again. I was so sad that my eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying. Slowly, I grew up and understood the truth. However, even now, when I think about it, I still feel that I am cutely stupid. My dear friends, do you think I am stupid?