Childhood anecdote prose

Childhood, an ignorant age, is inevitable to make mistakes and do embarrassing things just because it is childish and immature.

(1) Look at the photos

When I was a child, before I was about ten years old, there was a big square table facing the door in my east room. It was about one meter and two meters high and painted purple. On the white wall, just above the square table, there is a 50 cm photo frame. It arranges the photos in order, none of them belong to my family, all of them belong to my uncle's family.

As far as I can remember, no one in our family was photographed at that time. This was not surprising at that time, because there were many families in my village who had never taken pictures like us. Like the photos in the box, some were taken by my uncle, some by my aunt, and two cousins. The biggest family photo is placed in the center, which is particularly eye-catching. Aunt and uncle sat side by side affably. Aunt is holding her cousin who is over one year old in her arms. She is very cute like a doll. Two cousins stood beside their uncle and aunt respectively. They are about the same height, the eldest brother is stupid, and the second brother is dignified and strong. One head tilts to the left and the other head tilts to the right, forming an inverted figure of eight.

Speaking of uncle, our family is proud of it. But in my young memory, I have no impression of my uncle's appearance. I heard from my parents that he is an oil worker and lives in Daqing, which is far away from us. He didn't come until I was over one year old. At that time, I had no memory, so naturally I had no impression of my uncle's family. Only by looking at the happy photos of their family through photos can my young heart occasionally breed yearning for that distant Daqing.

I also make fun of their family photos. I remember one time, my fourth uncle came to my house for some reason, and my mother just took it to that room. At that time, everyone seemed to have a photo frame hanging on the wall at home. People like to lean against the table and look at photos when they leave. That day, my mother went to cook for my fourth uncle, and I accompanied him. My fourth uncle is a serious man. I don't dare to talk to him at ordinary times, and so did that day. We didn't speak, so we leaned on the table quietly and looked at the photos in the frame. When my fourth uncle asked about the people in the family photo, I answered him seriously one by one. I said to my fourth uncle, "My uncle's eldest son leans to the left, and my uncle's second son leans to the right …" My fourth uncle stood up straight at once. I looked up and saw the unsmiling fourth uncle's deep expression more dignified, his eyes wide open and his neck more crooked. I suddenly realized that I had said something wrong. I was brave and funny. Want to laugh but dare not laugh, immediately ran out of the house with his hand over his mouth and came to the road outside the house, laughing alone.

Grandma died two months after giving birth to her fourth uncle, who was brought up by her mother and had menstruation. At that time, my mother and menstruation were still children. My mother is eight years old and her period is ten years old. At that time, food and clothing were all problems. The knowledge of raising children is even more impossible for the two sisters. Raising a two-month-old baby is a miracle. Although my mother and menstruation brought up my fourth uncle, they tilted my fourth uncle's neck and left a lifelong regret.

I walked from the front door to the back door and went to the kitchen. I didn't tell my busy mother about it for fear that she would hit me. Mother cooked the meal, took it away, and chatted with her fourth uncle until she sent him away. I dare not set foot in that room again. I eat alone in the kitchen. I don't know when fourth uncle left.

I was afraid of my fourth uncle, but after this incident was buried in my heart, I was even more afraid. Seeing my fourth uncle, I hid. I was studying in a different place that year, and my fourth uncle was on a business trip, so he went to see me when he passed by. I have long forgotten what I said, except that he gave me 60 yuan when I left, which reduced my fear of him and narrowed the distance between us. After marriage, I will visit him every year before I dare to face my fourth uncle and chat with him. He is still inarticulate, but with a smile on his face, he is very amiable.

Now every time I think about it, I feel ashamed of my youth and ignorance.

(2) stealing melons

Similarly, I can't remember the exact year. At that time, there were few melons in the village. For us at that time, melons and fruits were rare and precious foods.

Around mid-July, it is the ripe season for watermelons. Sometimes after lunch, before the villagers arrive, someone will drive a donkey to pull a cart and sell a car full of watermelons. A dirt road in the village runs through the north and south, and people on both sides line up. As soon as the melon cart enters the south end of the village, it will hear the shouts of the melon seller: "Talk about selling melons, talk about selling melons." On the road in the village, there are always children playing in the sand. When they hear the sound of selling melons, they will immediately put down the game they are chasing, follow behind the melon cart, touch the melons in the car from time to time, and imitate the sound of selling melons: "Selling melons-old!" Those children have a long tail, and the voice of the melon seller will be repeated by the children, like a tweeter will spread from the southern end of the village to the northern end, and the whole village will know. Villagers who hear the sound will immediately run out and ask around on the road to find out the truth. In a short time, men and women, old and young, surrounded the melon cart at once. First, I looked at the melons in the car, commented on them, and then I bought them. Those who didn't buy them were scattered, and some stood and watched.

At that time, most villagers had no money. They traded wheat or corn for melons. Many people buy melons. At this time, the people who sell melons put them away, called melons, called wheat, and got even with wheat. They are often in a hurry, and children are mixed in the middle, huddled behind adults' asses and swaying. When the melon seller called them busy, they seized the opportunity to stare at the target and hold the small watermelon. When their skirts were lifted, they were stuffed inside and covered with their hands, and they disappeared.

There are so many people who buy, watch and buy melons. The melon seller can pay attention to it. The cultivators are simple and honest, but they turn a blind eye. Even if they saw it, they couldn't see it.

One day, dad bought melons, and I followed his ass. Seeing other children at home holding melons in succession, I am envious and can't help myself. I want to experience the taste of stealing melons. I grew up as timid as a mouse. I struggled for a long time between stealing and not stealing. You can't jump if you don't steal your heart, and your face is burning hot. But when I saw others succeed again and again, I finally failed to resist the temptation. I took advantage of the melon seller's meeting, aimed at a bowl of watermelon, stuffed it under my skirt in lightning speed, and ran to my door quickly. I didn't dare to walk through the front door, so I walked through the tree ditch in front of the door for fear that the melon seller would catch me. There is a canal next to the south wall of my house. I stayed in the canal for a while, made sure no one came, and then panted back to my backyard through the back door. My legs are not weak, shivering, looking scared and distracted for a long time. I dare not go to the front yard for fear that my mother will find out.

Later, my mother found the melon I stole. Instead of praising me, she severely punished me. She spit beans calmly and said, "People can't be short-sighted. We cultivators, clean from generation to generation, work diligently to eat, steal chickens and dogs, shameful and conspicuous. As the saying goes, from being a thief to stealing gold when you grow up, you should be open and aboveboard. How can he become a climate when he grows up? " As she spoke, she picked up the broom at the door and beat my ass hard. I can't remember how many times. That was the only time I was beaten by my parents in my life, and it was also the heaviest and most painful one. My ass has been swollen for several days.

From then on, when I was growing up, I accepted the warning and never stole anything again.

This is also the only time I have been a thief in my life, so I remember it clearly.

(3) Tie the post

How old is it? I can't remember exactly.

I only remember that year, our family just built a new house. The big quadrangles have been built in other places, except one in the southwest corner, which is a semi-finished product. At that time, it was not easy to build a house with a clod and a handful of mud. As the saying goes, get married and build a house. Everyone helps. Whoever repairs the house, the whole village will be out. If the plan is comprehensive, the house can be built in almost one day without accidents. Clods are poured with a pile of mud that is neither soft nor hard, and made of wood products that are 30 cm long and 20 cm wide. Put a shovel of mud in and smooth it, then buckle it on the spacious ground in front of and behind the house, and when it is completely dried by the sun, it becomes a clod for repairing the house.

That day, when the sun was about to set, Hua Er, the daughter of my neighbor's uncle, and I chased and played in our newly-built house. Flowers are a little naughty, lively and active, with the boldness of vision of boys. It happened that the two of us were fighting and squeezed into a corner of the wall that my father had just built. I don't want to, bang, the half wall built by mom and dad during the day collapsed. I have long forgotten what my father did to us. I'm sure it's not serious. At best, he gave us a few harsh words. Otherwise, how could I not remember! But the uncle next door is very strict with flowers. I don't know how the uncle next door found out so quickly. He was very angry. Adults work hard all day, and you just make things worse. When flowers come home, they must be punished. I saw through the crack of the door that he tied the flowers to a round wooden post in her yard with a rope like a mule or a horse. It's just that the rope of flowers is in the waist, not like mules and horses on their heads. The rope in the waist is an inch wide coarse cloth strip, slightly as wide as a belt, connected with a straw rope. The coarse cloth is loosely tied, and it is no problem to drill through another person.

The flowers just stood, expressionless. I shook the door and motioned her to run away with her head down. She threw me a sentence, "Can a monk run out of the temple?"

At that time, flowers knew their own lives, but at that age, I couldn't understand their feelings.

My neighbor's uncle is an extremely strict person. He has never been married in his life, and naturally he has no children. Walter is an abandoned baby he adopted. Because her mother is not a good woman, he is afraid that her daughter will become a mother when she grows up, so she is very strict with flowers.

Just like that, she stood in the yard all day and I felt guilty all day. Since then, she has become much quieter and smarter. She ignored me for a while, but it wasn't long before we forgot about it and played together.

After many years, when I mentioned this matter, I asked Hua whose family is happy and whose life is happy. Have you ever hated your father? She said, "I am qualified there. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even have my own life. It should be today! " After listening to her words, I smiled with relief.