How to write a composition recalling growth

Unconsciously, I have gone through thirteen years along the way. Thirteen spring and autumn years, there have been many laughs, tears and things that will never be erased in my memory. However, looking back, the pieces of death memories flooded into my mind like a flood. I used to. I used to sell it.

I was four years old that year.

In kindergarten, there is no class or class distinction. Almost every moment, after class, we can have fun and play hide-and-seek with some good girls. I hid behind a tree and suddenly got excited. I ran to another classmate hiding behind a stone bench and shouted, "Here I am!" " Then quickly ran back to the tree, watching the students who didn't understand get caught quickly, laughing, but forgetting to hide their laughter, selling and selling was caught.

I was carefree at that time. I don't know that sometimes hurting others will hurt myself.

I was seven years old.

When I became a monitor, I thought I could rule the class and start bossing around. "You sit wrong. I want to remember your name and tell the teacher! " I pointed to a student I don't usually like and said loudly. He stared at me with resentment and whispered, "It's just a monitor. What's the big deal?" Gradually, such words become more and more common. The second class committee election. I was undoubtedly rejected and sold.

At that time, I was very proud However, I don't know that the monitor is not the ruler, and it is only by being lenient with others that we can win people's hearts.

I was ten years old.

"Mom will perform at the New Year's Day party. Will you go and see it? " "No, I want to review!"

"Hey, I had a New Year's Day. Will you go? " "No, I want to review!"

"It's snowing. How about going out and building a snowman? " "Some other time, I have to review my English!"

Sell, sell

I am ecstatic with the report card of Chinese first, math second and English first, but I vaguely feel that I have missed some stall owners.

I was working hard. But I don't understand that learning is not the whole of life, and achievement is not the ultimate goal of life.

Now, I am thirteen years old.

After entering middle school, my behavior became more mature and less childish. More sedate and less impetuous; Be more polite and less vulgar. More importantly, I learned some life lessons.

In the hot summer, I was sitting on a bus going south, and there was no room to stay. I'm glad I got a seat. A woman with a baby in her arms struggled to get in front of me and barely grabbed the handrail. Her chubby face began to sweat, and her hands slipped feebly along the armrest.

Let or not, that's a question! Don't let, conscience; Sorry, there are many people in this car. I turned my head and looked out of the window, trying not to pay attention to the child's delicate crying and the woman's gasps for women's hands. There seems to be some screws on the chair, which makes me fidget. Looking at that woman trying to keep her balance, I suddenly felt like sitting on a soldering iron. I can't sell it! I stood up and offered my seat. It seems that the bus is not so crowded, and everyone is looking at me approvingly.

Yes, you have grown up. I told myself.

In the process of growing up, I will always be full of joys and sorrows, and those unforgettable fragments of Mori disc are my memories of growing up and eternal memories.