Childhood fun sixth grade composition

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Interesting childhood composition 1 opens the floodgate of memory. In my colorful childhood, many interesting things happened. Some have been completely forgotten by me, and some are vague. There is only one thing I remember, which is deeply imprinted in my mind and cannot be erased.

That was when I was three years old. One day, I was having breakfast. My breakfast is very rich. I ate a cup of hot milk and a piece of bread in less than five minutes, and my stomach was not full! I saw a piece of bread left on the plate, so I reached for it, but my mother wouldn't let me. Mother said, "This piece belongs to your cousin. You have already eaten one. " . Cousin is so small, can he eat such a big piece? I said angrily. Mom added, "You can't eat any more. Eating too much bread will turn you into a pig. " . As soon as I heard the word piggy, I calmed down and went to kindergarten. At noon, after dinner, the children all took a nap. I can't sleep, watching the teacher eat bread. When the teacher ate the second piece of bread, I shouted "pig". The children stood up and laughed their heads off. The teacher looks very angry. I put on my slippers and went over to the teacher and said, "Teacher, my mother said that eating too much bread would turn me into a pig." The teacher laughed and said kindly to me, "Mom means that if you eat too much bread, you will get fat." "I know, teacher," I said with shame.

A few years have passed, and I am already a fifth-grade student. I won't talk nonsense if I eat bread and become a pig. Now that I have grown up, whenever I see those little sisters and brothers in kindergarten and hear their innocent laughter, my childhood comes to my mind.

Interesting childhood story sixth grade composition two is in sixth grade. I couldn't help laughing when I recalled the past.

Once, I went home and said to my mother, "next week, the school will organize our class to cook in the ecological park." I want to learn to cook with you. " Mom said, "it's just that dad isn't coming back, so it's time to eat ... ok!" Mom will teach you now! "

My mother began to teach me how to cook. Mother said, "put some oil in the pot first, and then put the vegetables in." I did as my mother said, and then my mother asked me to put some salt in it. I didn't know how much to put, so I put three spoonfuls casually. I cooked food for my mother to taste. Mom took a sip and said, "Why is it so salty ... how much salt did you put?" I said, "I put three teaspoons." Mom said, "No wonder it's so salty." I smiled shyly.

More than once, once, my mother asked me to wash clothes. After washing clothes, I found that there was no washing powder. Then, I searched around the house, rummaged through the cabinets, jumped up and down ... and finally found a box of something similar to washing powder in the kitchen to wash clothes. When my mother came back, she praised my washing for being clean!

The next day, friends came to our house to play, and my mother and I greeted them with yesterday's laundry. Suddenly, my uncle said, "Why is it salty?" The clever cousin smelled it and said, "Auntie and Cousin, your clothes seem to have this smell." We smelled it, and it really smelled like this. Mother asked me what to wash yesterday's clothes with. I said it was washed with washing powder in the kitchen. Mother said, "That's salt!" Mom and friends all laughed. I find it ridiculous, too.

Childhood passed in such a hilarious and confused time. I often think now: I was careless and made a big joke. If I don't do a few wrong things, I'm afraid I won't grow up!

Childhood is like a color box full of beautiful little stars, which makes me miss and yearn for it. Among them, there is a little star that makes me most ashamed. That was six years ago. When I was six years old, I was full of curiosity and fantasy about the world. Once I went back to my hometown for the New Year, standing next to my neighbor's pigsty, I suddenly wanted to witness the burning of the raging fire, so I sneaked into the house, brought a box of matches and ran to the neighbor's pigsty.

"Chi-"With the sound of striking a match, a match lit up, but I was not discouraged. I struck three or four matches regardless of the consequences. Finally, a match lit the thatch around. At the moment, when the thatch burns, it crackles and burns everywhere. I saw what I wanted to see, but I also understood.

When no one was looking, I ran home, scooped a scoop of water with a water ladle, ran to the pigsty and poured water on it. It's useless I scooped another spoonful of water. Grandpa felt strange, so he followed me. It doesn't matter that he didn't read it. At first glance, he was scared and shouted: "Fire, fire!" ..... "I also shouted' fire' like my grandfather. With the help of neighbors, the fire was finally put out. As for me, naturally I got a scolding. Until now, I can't help laughing when I think about it, and I feel how ignorant and ridiculous I was at that time. Through this incident, I understand that no matter what you do, curiosity is right, but you should consider the consequences. If I act without authorization, it will only bring unexpected disasters.

Interesting things in my childhood composition 4 There are many interesting things in my growing up, which are still fresh in my memory and funny when I think about it.

I remember when I was three years old, I just went to kindergarten. During that time, what I want to do most is to do some housework like an adult, because I can get praise from adults every time. It is said that my job is to wipe the table with a rag, and sometimes I will wipe off the discharged things on the table. Scratching on the ground with a broom sometimes raises the dust on the ground. But every time I finish these jobs, adults always praise me and say, "What a good boy who loves to work!" " "at that time, grandpa always sat on the sofa in the living room and said to me," go and help grandpa pass the newspaper and glasses. "Grandma also asked me to say," Take that cup of tea to grandma. "I am happy to run around the room to help with things, like a grownup. When I send something to my grandparents, my grandfather always smiles and praises me: "Yes, better than a dog!" " "Hearing this sentence, I thought," Ah, better than a dog! Dogs have a strong ability to prevent thieves, and I am even more powerful than it! " At that time, I thought this was the highest evaluation of me by adults.

Soon, we have guests at home. As soon as the guests came in, I took them to the sofa in the living room, and then I learned to hold the kettle in one hand and the water cup in the other. At this time, my mother rushed over and grabbed the kettle in my hand and said, "This child always wants to do what he can't do." I said unconvinced, "I can do it well." The guest smiled and touched my head: "This child is really cute." Hearing this compliment, I immediately ran into the house, took out my kindergarten card and read it aloud. After reading the word card, the guest smiled and pulled me to my side, and kept saying to my mother, "This child must be promising when he grows up." When I heard the compliment again, I proudly said, "No, I am worse than a dog when I grow up!" " "After that, I heard laughter in the living room, and I laughed with everyone.

As I grow older, I finally know that ""is just a word that adults coax children. How can the standard of life be "worse than dogs"? Whenever I think of my childhood, I can't help laughing.

Interesting childhood composition 5 When we were young, we must have done many interesting things! They are like a string of Sugar-Coated Berry, sweet and happy. Deeply imprinted in our minds.

Spring is coming, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the green fields are refreshing. The sun shines on the earth, giving off a unique flavor that only spring has. These days are a good time to go out for a picnic and fly kites. I am no exception.

On this day, several good friends and I brought picnic cloth and some food seasonings, then each took a kite and walked to the center of the venue. We hummed a ditty along the way, skipping and picking some food we needed at noon: green pepper, sweet potato and crisp jujube? Soon, we arrived at the center of the venue and found a place with little grass and beautiful scenery to settle down. We put the picnic cloth on the ground first, and then found two bifurcated branches and a stick with just the right thickness to frame the jar. It was noon, and the sun's light was stronger. We were already working, so we were basked in the sun, and thin sweat came out from our foreheads and noses. After lighting the fire, we cooked some soup and baked some sweet potatoes and green peppers in the pot. I put them in the bowl. The mouth-watering smell suddenly floated out of the bowl. I took a bite and thought this simple and simple dish was more delicious than all the dishes I had eaten before. Maybe this is the smell of labor.

After eating these delicious foods, we ate some crisp dates for dessert. Then lie on the ground and have a rest, then get up and fly a kite.

We skillfully raised the kite and ran heartily in the embrace of the earth, paying off the line while running. Exquisite kites fly over the blue sky, forming a beautiful scenery.

Unconsciously, the sun sets, originally blue. The sky has turned orange. It's time for us to go home. We went home reluctantly. I really hope I can play carefree in the fields like this in the future!

Interesting childhood story: In the world, everyone's childhood is different, with ups and downs. My childhood was full of happiness. When I was young, I did many stupid things: teaching chickens to swim, washing sugar, stealing milk powder ... Among them, the most unforgettable thing was stealing wine.

That was when I was six years old. My father drinks two glasses of white wine before dinner every day. Whenever I hear my father's admiration after drinking and see his expression of enjoyment, I feel that the sacred transparent liquid must be the nectar that only the emperor can drink. Then, an idea of stealing wine came to my mind.

One night, my parents went out. When I saw the time was right, I started a covert operation. I crept into my father's room and always felt that someone was following me. After entering the room, I quickly locked the target and carefully took out the "manna" from the cupboard. When I opened the bottle cap, a mellow smell came to my nose and I suddenly felt a little drunk. I poured a little wine into the cup and drank it as soon as I looked up, without even tasting it. This time, I poured the fifth cup, looked up again and drank it like water. This is terrible. I began to feel dizzy and the whole house was spinning. Then, I fell to the ground like a turtle ...

When I opened my eyes again, it was the next morning, and my parents were with me. "Son, this 56-degree' water' is not bad?" Dad jokingly said, "This is genuine Maotai. Your boy drank so much at once, and his capacity for liquor was good! " ""Is this wine? ! "I woke up from a rude awakening. Since then, I have given Maotai a new name: See you tomorrow! See you tomorrow. Because as long as I drink it and see the sun again, it must be the next day. Not only that, but I also thought of an advertisement from Maotai: Although Maotai is good, it's hard to make a toast!

This is my childhood fun-stealing liquor!

Interesting childhood composition 7 During my growing up, there were happiness, sadness, sadness and joy. And my colorful childhood intoxicated me.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, I liked drawing very much. Every noon, I will bring a table and a chair from my class, and then sit on the chair seriously. Then, I drew on the book with a pencil in one hand and an art book in the other. After painting for a while, a "beautiful" painting was born under my pen, haha! Finally finished! I proudly showed the painting to the female students in my class (in fact, I wanted to show off), and they all said, "Well, it's good! Really worthy of being a little painter in our class. " I laughed (but now it's so ugly).

As time went on, I was promoted to the first grade. There are so many struggles in the first grade-either for the monitor or for the study Committee; Either for the study Committee or for the labor Committee-unexpectedly, I was dragged in-I became a study Committee member. Although I have no experience, I can learn slowly, which is to serve the class! Because I don't know how to discipline my classmates, I ask those experienced old class cadres for advice. They said that as long as it is strict, I don't quite agree. Because I like to tick, I came up with a good idea-giving students papers, and the students agreed. That year, I became a little teacher, and I really enjoyed it and was very happy.

My childhood was like this, so happy, so happy, so enjoyable, so colorful! In the children's Wang Yang sea, my childhood is like the most beautiful shell; Like the brightest star among the stars; Just like the most beautiful flower after the rainy season! I believe that I am also the brightest star in my future journey!

Interesting Childhood Composition 8 Childhood is interesting, childhood is ignorant and childhood is naive.

I remember a summer vacation when I was 6 years old. I watch TV at home. There is a cowboy riding a horse on TV. Wow, this cowboy is so handsome. He is wearing jeans and a gray hat. He is too proud. At this moment, an idea flashed through my mind: riding a horse. But there is no horse at home, what should I do? I saw the dog running outside the door. Oh, yes, I can ride a dog instead of riding a horse It's all the same anyway. Haha, clever.

When I said ride, I rushed to the door, called the dog inside and said to him, "Good dog, I want to borrow your addiction to ride." Do not move. " By the way, it suddenly occurred to me that there was still a rope in the horse's mouth. I rushed home like an arrow, grabbed a rope and rushed out. I picked up the rope and put it on the dog's mouth. "Woof, woof, woof-"The dog didn't want to listen to me, which made me very angry. I failed to make another plan. If you don't talk, I have a way to get you to talk. I brought a stick home again. Ha, it opened its mouth. I took this opportunity to put a rope on it, and I got it. I put it on the dog's back. Ah! "Drive." I kicked the dog in the stomach and gave a cry. The dog moved, moved. After a few minutes, maybe I kicked the dog too hard and the dog felt uncomfortable. I lost my body, but I am smart. I grabbed the rope from the dog's mouth. I wonder if it looks like a dog. My dog, like me, can't get rid of it once, so he won't give up. This time, it is even harder. It dumped me at a super high speed of five meters per second. I fell to the ground with my ass blown out. I seemed to be in heaven just now. Now it's like going to hell.

Although it has been a long time, it is really funny to think about it now. How stupid I was at that time.

Interesting childhood stories Everyone has interesting childhood stories that make him unforgettable. I believe you have something unforgettable, too. Come and listen to my childhood story today!

When I was about 5 years old, my mother bought me a big red balloon with many beautiful patterns, including sheep, boiling sheep, beautiful sheep and many other cartoon characters. It is colorful and beautiful. Since my mother bought me this big balloon, I have cherished it very much and tried my best to protect it from breaking. Even when sleeping, it should be placed not far from the pillow, which is indispensable at all times.

Once, just after it rained, I took a balloon to the amusement park in front of our house. As soon as I entered the amusement park with a balloon, I accidentally stepped into a small pool. Looking up, the amusement park is full of small pools, but this can't stop my desire to play with balloons. I immediately took my mother's hand and rushed to the amusement park.

When I abandoned the ball in the amusement park, the balloon landed in a small pool. I quickly picked it up. Oh, what bad luck! The balloon was covered with a big piece of mud. At this moment, I had a brainwave and thought, if my clothes are dirty, my mother will put my clothes in the washing machine to wash them. Why don't I put the balloon in the washing machine, too? At the beginning, I ran home, put the balloon in the washing machine, pressed the switch, and then I watched TV. After a while, I only heard a bang, which turned out to be the sound of a balloon bursting. When I woke up, I laughed at myself for being stupid.

Happy childhood, then there will be good memories. Recalling childhood sometimes makes us laugh, sometimes benefits us a lot, and sometimes leaves us with sincere tears.

Childhood fun 10 childhood is a net with our joys and sorrows. Childhood is a book that records our yearning for life. Childhood is a five-flavor bottle with our ups and downs. Childhood, there are many happy things, but there is one thing I still remember, that is, what happened in Tianjin Square.

One day, my niece, my mother and I went to the big square in Tianjin to play. It was very lively, with skating, yangko and running ... I was fascinated by the scene of a group of children about my age playing football (I wanted to play football at that time), and I thought to myself, "Otherwise, I'll ask them if they will add me. I'm a little shy and can't say it."

Let's start grouping. First of all, we want to distinguish who is a couple. At that time, it happened that there were four of us in a group of eight, and the game began. The referee shouted, "Go". I want to fly and catch the ball. The ball is on my foot, and many "enemies" are chasing me and trying to grab it. The teammate next to me ran over and said anxiously, "So I immediately kicked the ball at her. An enemy player saw it and immediately grabbed the ball. That's because we stamped our feet and kept saying "damn" and "damn". The goalkeeper saw him and immediately prepared to block his ball. The people in that place used all their strength and kicked a detour ball. " Hey, "We lost. The fierce game lasted for a long time. When we arrived at the pilot class, everyone had to say goodbye.

This is one of my most impressive childhood stories. There are losers and winners in the game. Don't be complacent when you win, and there is nothing to be sad about when you lose. The most important thing is to stand up again and continue fighting.

Childhood fun 1 1 Childhood is poetry, childhood is a rainbow, and childhood is a ray of sunshine. Grow up with me happily. There are many things in my memory, such as the stars in the sky, which are countless. Childhood slowly passed by, and the fine sand in my hand slowly passed by, but those beautiful memories and moments made me unforgettable. I will certainly 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.

That year, I was 2 years old and often played in the stream near my home. One evening, I saw the moon reflected in the stream and thought it was a real moon, so I went down. Unexpectedly, the hand broke as soon as it touched the "moon". It took a while to recover. I am so angry! I thought: I was so kind to save you, but you didn't appreciate it! In this way, I spent several hours in the water. At this time, my father came back. He saw me and asked, "What are you doing, son?"

"I'm saving the moon! I kindly saved it, but it didn't appreciate it. It will catch cold in the water! " Dad laughed when he got home, and his mother smiled when she knew it, and then said seriously, "You child, really!" " In fact, it is the projection of the moon, not the real moon! "Ha ha, I'm so stupid. Not only did I not "touch" the moon, but I also made myself sick.

My childhood was like this, with many stupid things and many interesting things. It is so many interesting and stupid things that make up colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that the fun of childhood will be the most beautiful memory in my life. Childhood is like a dream in heaven!

Interesting childhood composition 12 In my childhood, many interesting things happened. They are like those beautiful shells on the beach, all kinds. Among them, what impressed me the most was that time. ...

When I was seven years old, I was in the first grade. One day, I saw my mother buy a catty of eggs. They are round, smooth and lovely. I want to touch this and that. Suddenly, I found an egg with chicken droppings. It is not as beautiful, dirty and ugly as other eggs. Suddenly I thought that my clothes were dirty, so my mother washed them with washing powder. It suddenly dawned on me: why didn't I wash the eggs, too? At first, I took the eggs into the kitchen, rolled up my sleeves, stepped on the small bench and turned on the tap. In order not to crush the eggs, I brought another toothbrush and kept brushing it. After a while, I brought a handful of washing powder, sprinkled it evenly on the eggs, and then washed it at the faucet several times. Finally, I washed the eggs, and I took my "fruits of labor" and "appreciated" them with alacrity, thinking: Mom will be very happy after reading them, and maybe even praise me!

A few days later, my mother suddenly found a rotten egg. She thought to herself, "Why do the eggs I bought stink?" Let me take a closer look, ah! Isn't this the egg I washed that day? How did it suddenly become like this? My mother saw my surprise and asked, "What's the matter?" I faltered: "This ... egg ... was washed by me ..." "What?" Mom smiled. "Eggs can't be washed!" "Why?" I'm confused. "This is actually common sense of life: there is a gelatinous substance on the surface of eggs. If you wash it like this, it will all dissolve. Soon, bacteria will enter the egg and the egg will be bad! "

This incident has always been fresh in my memory. This made me understand that everything should follow science.

Interesting things about childhood 13 childhood is like a colorful box, which contains many shining and interesting memories. One of the little things, whenever I think of it, always reminds me of endless thoughts.

I remember when I first entered the school, I said, "You should observe discipline at school and attend classes in every class. Otherwise, I just don't know the teachers and classmates, and I can know them clearly. " I was surprised: "How can you see my every move at school?" My mother mysteriously said to me, "You forget that my mother is a doctor and can see through a microscope!" " "I listened to the letter and thought it was true, so I did as my mother said.

In the past two years, whether it is cold and hot summer, or spring rain and autumn wind, I have strictly followed my mother's requirements and listened carefully in class without making small moves; Class is over, and discipline is observed. I am very happy to see my mother when I go home every day. I think my mother must be very satisfied with what I saw under the microscope.

On the first day of the first month of that year, my mother was going to the hospital for duty. I accompanied my mother to the hospital and walked into her work laboratory. I saw the mysterious microscope at a glance, and my heart was pounding-this ghost made me nervous for two years. Today I want to see your true colors. While my mother answered the phone, I quickly approached the microscope, opened my right eye, closed my left eye and looked at the observation hole hard. God, I can't see anything in the dark. At this time, I understood everything. Turns out this guy scared me for two years.

It has been several years since this happened. I often laugh to myself when I think of this, but I am very grateful to my mother for giving me a microscope. It was my mother who made me successfully pass the initiation.

Childhood fun sixth grade composition 14 childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life; Childhood is a song, which contains our happiness and happiness; Childhood is a dream, in which we dream and imagine. Memories are out of control, and the fun of childhood is like stars in the sky, countless, but there is one thing I still can't forget.

When I was five years old, I had a dog at home. The puppy kept barking, and I followed suit. After a long time, I can learn exactly like a puppy.

Once, I wanted to entertain guests at home, so I tried to play a trick on the guests who came. With it, can't I bark like a puppy? So I squatted by the gate and waited patiently for the arrival of the guests. The guests have finally arrived. As soon as he stepped into the door, I let out a cry of "Wang Wang", scaring the guests back at once. I couldn't help laughing and making a face from behind the door. I proudly said, "What's the matter, am I a good dog?" The guest said in shock, "Little fellow, you scared us to death."

A year later, when I was six years old, I heard that guests would come to my house again. My bad idea has come up again: this time, it will be more exciting and have a new taste! The moment the guests came in, I let the puppy out and the puppy barked. The guest thought it was me again and swaggered in. Behold, the dog came forward and shouted, and the guests hurried back in fear and turned pale. I smiled and said proudly, "I was cheated again!" " "The guest shook his head, smiled at me and said," This little guy is very good! " "

Whenever I think of the scene where the guest was teased twice by me, I can't help secretly giggling. Yes, how interesting my childhood was. I really miss my good times.

Interesting childhood composition 15 Everyone's childhood may be colorful. My childhood was like this. Of course, there were some interesting things in my childhood. Let me share some interesting stories about my childhood.

On Sunday, my family drove to my grandparents' house. I don't want my grandfather to leave when I arrive. Grandma will find him. So I followed. Grandpa is working in the field, and we are going to find grandpa in the field. However, the sun shone in the field. Grandma told me to sit in the shade and wait, but I wouldn't listen. I ran to my grandfather with my straw hat. I asked curiously, "Grandpa, what are you doing?" Grandpa said, "I'm planting beans." "Kind of beans? What is a kind of bean? " I asked. Grandpa explained: "planting beans means planting bean seedlings, and then watering and fertilizing them, so you can plant a lot of beans." It suddenly dawned on me.

I passed a candy store on my way home, so I wanted a bag of candy, and my mother agreed. When I got home, I ran into the house and took out the flowerpot, shovel, fertilizer and watering can. I took out the flowerpot, dug a small hole with a shovel, planted a sugar in it, and then watered and fertilized it. In this way, one day passed, two days passed, three days passed ... in a blink of an eye, a week passed, and there was still no germination.

Another Sunday, we came to my grandparents' house again. This time they were both at home, so I walked into the house angrily. Grandpa saw that I was unhappy, so he came up to me and asked me, "My dear baby, what's wrong with you?" I told grandpa the ins and outs of growing sugar. Suddenly, the whole family laughed. Grandma laughed so hard that all the sugar in her mouth came out, and dad laughed so hard that his stomach ached. Grandpa came up to me and said, "You must remember that you can't grow sugar, you can only grow food." It dawned on me after listening.

How's it going? Was my childhood funny?