5 essays of 500 words on growth stories

Speaking of my growth story, I really want to talk about my experience in participating in volleyball matches. The following is a 500-word composition on the story of growth that I collected and compiled by Rui Wen. Welcome to read and refer to it~

500-word composition on the story of growth 1

From a newborn baby to a handsome young man. I have made many mistakes, done many stupid things, made many jokes, and got good grades in the exams. It can be said that I have tasted all the ups and downs. Every time I think about it, what makes me happiest is that I never want to leave. A fun game to play.

I play many games, including sandbags, telegraph bells, and football. But the game that makes me happiest is tearing off name tags.

The rules are: start with the back of the hand, then separate the families, choose a representative to represent the scissors and the baggage hammer, whoever loses will run away, then catch them and tear off the team's name tags, it will be considered a win.

That night, I finished my homework. However, my parents went out, and I had to face the table in a daze. Suddenly, I heard the voice of a good friend: "Hey, brother, come down quickly!" "Okay." I hurriedly put on my clothes, took the keys, and went out. Let's play tearing off name tags in unison! "Okay." Then, we divided our hands into black and white, and then we finished dividing the families and hurriedly hid in our respective positions. Then, our team members tore two. Just when I was getting carried away, who knew? , the other three people suddenly came and tore the two team members apart. At this time, fortunately the other two people arrived in time. They were unable to guard against it. The other two people tore all the enemies apart. I was as light as a swallow and I could easily pull them apart. The BOSS was torn apart, we laughed loudly, they regretted it, and before we knew it, it was getting late, so we had to leave reluctantly.

Various games have grown up with me day by day, bringing me a colorful childhood and leaving unforgettable memories. I hope my childlike innocence will remain forever and games will accompany me forever.

500 words growth story essay 2

Childhood seems to be a blink of an eye, like a stream gently flowing through, gone forever, but it brings me many memories . Do you want to hear my story? Today I will tell you my growth story!

One morning, "Get up! Get up! My little lazy boy." My mother's voice woke me up. , I slowly opened my eyes, my vision was still a little blurry. My mother suddenly said to me: "Today we are going to the dentist to see your loose tooth." I was so frightened that I got into the bed. My mother said: "Don't be afraid, I will go with you." Then I jumped up immediately. I got up, washed up, had breakfast, and set off with my mother.

As soon as I entered the gate, I thought to myself: Will it be painful to extract the tooth? Will it bleed a lot? After thinking about it, I came to the dentist's office. I heard my mother say to the doctor: "I've kept you waiting for a long time." The doctor smiled and said: "It's okay, let me see his teeth."

I lay on the chair uneasily. After the examination, the doctor said: "This tooth can be extracted." At this time, my heart was hanging again. Then the doctor took out a jar, a cotton swab and a pair of pliers. I was almost scared to death. The doctor said: "It can relieve your pain." I was hesitant. I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my fists to accept the coming fear. The doctor applied it on my teeth, and I felt my mouth became numb. Then the doctor used pliers to pull out my teeth and said, "It's okay." I felt that it really didn't hurt.

This incident made me understand the truth that bravery can defeat fear, and I can become braver.

Growth Story Composition 500 words 3

The river of childhood flows slowly. There are many colorful fishes in the river, which go to various places. However, a small fish stayed in the river and in my heart.

One day, my father was shaving in front of the mirror. I took a look and found that the razor in my father’s hand was really interesting. Suddenly, my father’s beard disappeared. I thought to myself: It seems that this thing is not bad! I also want to use it to do something. As soon as my father left, I started to look left and right on my father's desk, and then I found it in an inconspicuous corner.

In order to prevent my mother from seeing this good thing, I closed the door and turned on the razor. A "chacha" sound came out. I carefully touched my chin with the razor. It was itchy and so comfortable!

I suddenly realized that I don’t have a beard, so where should I use the razor? To shave my hair? No, it’s too long, and my mother will notice it immediately. Shave your hair? No, it hurts! Shave your eyebrows, ok, deal!

After some thought, I embarked on the journey of shaving my eyebrows. The first step: turn the razor to medium setting; the second step: tie up the hair; the third step is to start! The sound of "chacha" sounded again, and I enjoyed this sweet music, it was wonderful. But my mother didn't think so. Fortunately, she thought I was playing with the electric train and said loudly: "Xuanxuan, please lower your voice!" "Okay!" I secretly said happily.

Suddenly, I sat on the ground and burst into tears. My mother put down the food in her hand and ran over quickly and asked me: "What's wrong? Are you okay?" "Mom, my eyebrows are disfigured!" I cried and said, my mother saw my funny look and said dumbfounded: "It's okay, it will grow back!"

When I was five years old, I was sad and happy. From then on, , I never dare to "beautify" my eyebrows again!

Growth story composition 500 words 4

This summer vacation, my mother helped me sign up for the Level 5 piano exam. Time flies and the day of the exam arrives, and I reluctantly follow my mother to the exam center.

Unexpectedly, the weather was not kind and it suddenly started to rain heavily. My mother and I quickly ran to the examination waiting hall. I saw a sea of ??people inside, all students preparing for exams and parents waiting anxiously. Every time, eight students will walk into the examination room together. Further inside is the examination area, and parents cannot enter. Candidates in the examination area will be called in one by one to take the examination every time. At that time, my heart was pounding and I was very nervous for fear of not doing well in the exam. I stood there waiting, memorizing the music score silently in my heart, for fear of forgetting a note.

Finally, I heard a crisp voice "Xu Jiabao!" I had no choice but to walk into the examination room, my hands and feet were stiff, and I seemed to feel tremendous pressure. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and started playing. Slowly, my fingers became more and more flexible, dancing freely and skillfully on the keys, completely immersed in the world of music! Suddenly, the invigilator shouted "Stop!", and I walked out of the examination room with joy and satisfaction.

September 25th soon came, the day when the grade examination results were announced. When I got home from school, the first thing I did was call the inquiry phone number. I took a few deep breaths and waited, and a pleasant voice came from the phone: "Congratulations, you passed with flying colors!" I couldn't believe my ears, and my breathing became more and more comfortable, " That’s great! I actually passed, and it’s still excellent!”

Another step in my growth footprint, and at the same time, I also understood a truth: “As long as you work hard, you will succeed.” Achieve a satisfactory result!"

Growth story composition 500 words 5

In my colorful growth process, there are many stories, they are like numbers in the sky Countless too.

I remember last year’s Children’s Day, our class teacher Zhang Lili gave each of us a piece of cake to express her care and love for us. We lined up in groups to get it, and it was our turn. A special person? When Xu Sihan was eating, something unfortunate happened. He accidentally dropped the cake to the ground. We and the teacher were all shocked. Some students took the initiative to clean up. After a while, the teacher spoke: "We didn't expect that he accidentally dropped the cake on the ground. Who can help him eat the cake?" The students were talking about it, but there was no one. Raise your hands. The teacher said: "Let's talk about it after the music class." We lined up and walked out of the classroom.

At this time, I was walking and thinking: How can I let him eat the cake? If I give him my cake, he will be satisfied. Although I couldn't eat the cake the teacher gave me, I helped my classmates. I already felt the teacher's love and concern for me!

After class, the teacher asked us: "Students, what do you think? Is there a solution?" Only two classmates and I raised our hands in the class.

The teacher said disappointedly: "What? Only three people understand." The students all lowered their heads in embarrassment. The teacher asked a classmate to say, and the classmate said: "Cut half of a classmate's cake and give it to him." "What kind of costume is it?" the teacher asked. Another classmate put his hand down. The teacher asked me to answer again, and I said seriously: "I am willing to give him my cake!" As I said that, I walked over quickly and slowly put the cake into his hands. When I gave him the cake, the teacher specially took a photo of us. The classmates applauded enthusiastically, and I slowly walked back to my seat with a red face. I feel so happy!