Composition on growth experience

Essay on Growth Experience (1)

Looking back, my growth experience was very humorous. I made a lot of troubles when I was a child. The joke makes my stomach hurt from laughing.

Before I went to kindergarten, I followed my mother to play everywhere. Once, I accidentally picked up a small "ball". I hugged the "ball" When I got home, I asked my mother to shoot the "rubber ball" with me. My mother smiled and said, "This is a watermelon, not a rubber ball." I said, "Mom, bad, this is a rubber ball." After that, I picked up the "rubber ball" and I slapped the ball on the ground and heard a loud "pop". When I saw it, the "ball" broke into two halves. I became anxious and said, "The ball is broken." My father and mother laughed after hearing this. Said: "This is not a rubber ball! This is a watermelon!" I was shocked, sat down on the ground, my eyes almost popped out, and said: "Ah! This is not a rubber ball, I am so angry!" I went to kindergarten. , I am still like this, often making jokes. I remember one time, the teacher taught us to recite a children's song, and I read it wrong several times. The teacher got impatient and said, "Listen carefully and then read it again." This time, I heard it clearly and read it again. The children read: "Listen carefully and then read again." The teacher had no choice but to teach it again.

When I got to elementary school, I didn’t dare to be naughty anymore, because my father said: ‘If you don’t learn well, you will be spanked. ’ ‘I had to change it. Dad’s fried pork with bamboo shoots was not delicious.

Look, this is my previous growth experience. I believe that our growth path will become better and better!

Essay about growth experience (2)

In my growth story, there are many things I regret: doing I made a mistake and lied for fear of being scolded, and I regret it very much; I quarreled with a good classmate, and I regret it very much; I wronged others because of my carelessness, and I regret it... Countless regrets, most of them have turned into gray The memory is hidden in the dark corner of my heart, and will never see the light of day. I may have forgotten it, but the story of my growth will always be deeply imprinted in my heart. .

I remember when I was in the third grade, on a beautiful and harmonious spring, on the weekend, I was helping my mother who was busy at work wipe the dusty porcelain at home, and I couldn’t help but feel... I thought happily: When my parents come back, they will definitely praise me as a "little adult". So, I felt happy and hummed happily while diligently wiping the porcelain in my hands. When I was cleaning a beautiful vase, because I was too self-righteous and careless, there was a "snap". Oops, my mother's most beloved vase seemed to be "sacrificed" to punish me for my momentary slackness and negligence! I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, spinning around, thinking: What to do, what to do, what to do! When my mother came back, she would definitely slap me with her palms without saying a word. What to do! I was so anxious that tears almost fell.

So, I hurriedly cleaned up the "fall scene" of the vase. Not long after, there was a "ding dong" and the door was opened. Mom was back. Mom looked around, which made my whole body tense. "It's so clean. He is indeed my good son!" Mom said with a smile, but didn't find anything.

I smiled bitterly and thought to myself: What should I do? If my mother finds out later, she will definitely give me a "bolt from the blue" and scold me severely. Sure enough, after a while, my mother discovered that the vase was "missing". Then, she asked: "Where did the vase go?"

"Vase... vase..." I stammered and couldn't speak for a long time. .

"What happened to the vase? Tell me quickly!" Mom was a little anxious.

I looked at my mother’s anxious and scary face, and I felt fear in my heart.

In desperation, I told a naive lie: "The vase... the vase was borrowed by the teacher!"

"Has it been borrowed?" Mom seemed a little doubtful.

"Yes!" I answered firmly in a quick and false tone.

"I escaped the disaster for the time being." But I still returned to my "little nest" with a heavy heart, my butt gently propped up on the chair, and I thought quietly. With: "I lied, really lied! This was a definite thing, but my mother... my mother had gone out of her way to take care of and love me who was weak and immature! But I lied so much! "Looking at me, my mother's care and love for me came to my mind... Suddenly, I had the idea of ????telling the truth to my mother. However, it is easy to say but difficult to do. I still can't take a step toward the door. . Outside the window, the spring breeze blew, and the flowers and plants stretched out under the call of the spring breeze. Bathed in the sun, they smiled brightly. I looked out the window, looking at them as if they were smiling at me. He looked at me and said: "Go quickly and be an honest child!" At this time, a surge of strength came out of my body, and I bravely came to my mother and said, "I broke the vase!" "

"Then why didn't you admit it at the time? Why? "My mother scolded.

"I...because I'm afraid. "I'm a little nervous.

"Come on, just because of fear. As a boy, you must be brave and strong, never again! ”

Regret, this growth story still remains indelibly in my heart, still a gray memory, still in the dark corner.

The regrets and lessons learned at that time turned into a truth that I understood in my heart: you must be serious and careful in everything you do, and you must not be careless or careless. Even if you make a mistake, you must bravely admit it and face it.

Essay on Growth Experience (3)

I was born in a family of ordinary workers in Chaoyang City, Liaoning Province. I came to Beijing with my parents in March 20**. Before coming to Beijing, I had been at home and had never been to kindergarten. In fact, it was counted as two days. At that time I was sent home by the teacher because I was crying and fussy. I was less than two and a half years old at the time. After arriving in Beijing, my parents sent me to the National Defense Department in Changping. I started my childcare career in the third kindergarten of the university. I was not used to the three-month childcare life. According to my mother, I was still crying until the last day of childcare. During the holidays, I was in childcare at another kindergarten. I gradually adapted to the life in the kindergarten. After the kindergarten started, I was promoted to the small class. From then on, I never cried again until I graduated from kindergarten in June 2008 (we graduated early because of the epidemic of hand, foot and mouth disease). I am in the national defense. I spent three wonderful and happy years in the university kindergarten. Until now, I still remember what it was like in the kindergarten and the teachers in the kindergarten. Because the teachers were very good to us, we lived a very happy life.

On September 1, 2008, I went to Changping Experimental Primary School. The parents of the children in our courtyard all worked in the same unit as my parents. A few of us came to the experimental primary school for an interview. Only the three of us I personally felt very proud when I entered this elementary school.

I have been working hard at Changping Experimental Elementary School, and my academic performance is not bad. I also perform well in other aspects, except for sports. My grades have never been very good, which has always been a problem for me and my parents, because I am on the fatter side, but I have a cheerful personality and am willing to help others. I have become good friends with my classmates, and I love the collective and respect the teachers. Thanks to the teacher's praise, I was rated as a triple-A student once and as an outstanding young pioneer four times.

Now I am a fourth-grade student in Changping Experimental Primary School. I study knowledge, exercise, develop good living and study habits, and learn to communicate well with my classmates and teachers. This is my goal as a primary school student.