My story of growing up

My growth story 1 Growth is like a long river, which makes waves in my life journey. Growth, like a lush tree, records my footprints in the annual rings ... On my growing road, there are many past events that I will never forget. Through these experiences, I grew up bit by bit and became sensible.

I remember once, my father took me to climb a mountain. This is a high and steep mountain. At first, I rushed forward full of energy and interest. Because the weather was not very good that day, we just climbed halfway up the mountain when a strong wind blew. Just when I was tired, I said to my father, "The wind is strong, let's go home!" " Dad pointed to a small tree and said to me, "Look, the small tree is still standing there in such a strong wind.". Why did you flinch when you encountered such a little difficulty? " "I looked in the direction of my father's finger and saw a small tree swaying by the strong wind. Even if the branches are broken by the strong wind and the leaves are blown away, it still stands there tenaciously.

My determination to climb to the top of the mountain has been strengthened again. I seem to be full of gas and energy, climbing step by step against the strong wind. Hard work pays off! Through our efforts, my father and I finally reached the top of the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, I saw pieces of trees swinging back and forth neatly in the whistling strong wind, like doing large-scale group gymnastics, which was particularly spectacular. The whistling wind seems to have turned into hearty laughter, and we are happy to successfully climb the top of the mountain! At this time, we feel that all the tiredness has turned into the joy of success.

Through this climb, I understand that no matter what you do, don't give up halfway. Stick to it and you will succeed!

My growth story 2 In the unconscious days, we lived in this campus with flowers and birds for six years, and every grass and tree here grew with our growing pace.

It is our first teacher who let us move from naivety to maturity and from maturity to success. ...

In my six years of primary school life, I have grown a lot, including everything around me. After six spring and autumn years and many hardships of growth, we are here to discuss the story of growth.

I remember the first time I set foot on the road of raising the national flag, and I didn't know how to go forward. My teacher taught me to swing my arms and kick my legs ... all these things are fresh in my memory. At that time, I didn't know if I was qualified to wear this military uniform and whether I was worthy of raising this five-star red flag-this serious and solemn task. It was the teachers who calmed my mind and took the risk-an arduous and sacred risk. Wearing the national emblem, military uniform and military salute on my head, I can't help but be proud of it and work hard for raising the national flag this time.

This left a deep impression and a beautiful mark on my growth story.

It's also my first time to speak as a class cadre. I was praised by the teacher for the first time, and of course I was criticized ... These deeds all came to my mind. I should thank those teachers for making me mature and confident.

Six years have passed, and the trees around us have grown for another six years, and the trees have become useful talents. We don't want to fall behind and become useful talents. ...

My growth story 3 unconsciously grew up by another year. Sometimes when I recall my childhood memories, I feel very interesting, warm and inspirational.

I remember when I was in the first grade, the PE teacher taught us to jump short rope. However, I can never learn to change my feet. You can only jump more than 30 times a minute, counting down all the time in the class skipping competition. This makes me feel frustrated and depressed.

One night, my grandfather and father and I watched the TV program Guinness World Records in the living room. There is a man who jumps rope like lightning and can jump more than 300 times a minute! I was dumbfounded and couldn't believe my eyes. My father read my mind and said to me gently, "If you want to improve the speed of skipping rope, you have to practice hard." Practice makes perfect, practice makes perfect. "I listened, nodded, determined not to bow to difficulties, practiced diligently, and improved the level of skipping.

When I came back from school the next day, I took out my rope and began to practice skipping in the corridor. However, I stopped after only a few jumps. "Look at people jumping fast, why do I always break!" I said gloomily, "This is too difficult!"

"Your action is wrong. I'll show you. " Dad said, pick up the rope and show me. Because my father danced in slow motion, I saw it clearly and finally mastered the skills. I jumped up like my father, once or twice, not fast but coherent. "This action is right, very good!" Dad praised at a side. I am very happy, holding the rope and jumping slowly one by one, and the speed gradually changes from slow to fast. A few days later, I finally learned to jump rope quickly.

In this way, I keep practicing skipping rope every day, and it has been more than a year now. I can jump more than 200 times a minute, and I am the first in my class. From this, I understand that only perseverance and hard work can lead to success.

My Growth Story 4 Everyone has his own growth story, including happiness, sadness, distress, happiness, etc ... Today I want to talk about my experience of "working".

That summer vacation, I decided to work in the company for three days with my father. When I arrived at my father's company, I saw those workers frantically answering the phone and placing orders. I thought to myself, if I keep answering the phone and placing orders like this, my hands will be numb? I said nervously, "Dad, why did you bring me to the company?" Dad said, "You have to water the flowers, wash the tools, pass the tools and answer some phone calls every day." I said, "I can do anything as long as I am not tired of my homework." My "part-time" career began.

I took a bucket of water and went to the office to water the flowers basin by basin. After watering the flowers, I immediately began to wash the tools. After washing for half an hour, my back ached. Suddenly I heard a worker say, "Young man, please pass the wrench." I took the wrench I had just washed, and someone said, "Young man, bring the screwdriver." I picked up the washed screwdriver again ... I just walked around, busy doing this and that, and I was so tired that I was sweating. Finally, it was lunch break, and I immediately ran to the sofa and lay down. My legs are almost exhausted, and I am no longer dominated by my brain. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I was suddenly startled by the voice of "Tintin". I ran over and picked up the phone. It turned out to be an advertising phone. I hung up the phone and lay on the sofa again. After a while, the phone rang again. I'm falling apart. Running around answering the phone all the time, I couldn't sleep at all. I'm very tired. I thought to myself: when do I get off work? Why does time pass so slowly?

Through this "part-time" experience, I have a very profound experience. I used to think that the hardest thing in the world was studying, but now I know that "work" is bitter! It is not easy for my parents to make money. My pocket money is really "inseparable"!

My growing story 5 Childhood is like a movement, both cheerful and sad. Also like a five-flavor bottle, the bottle is full of ups and downs of my growth.

Acid:

The heavy rain woke me up from my dream. I went to the living room and saw my mother looking for something like a headless fly. I approached and asked, "Mom, what are you looking for?" Mother looked up and said, "Did you take the 300 yuan under the table?" "no" I repeatedly retorted, but my mother insisted that I took it. It's raining harder and lightning strikes, and my nose is sour.

Sweet:

After I learned to dance that day, I got on the bus home. I looked at the scenery by the window and took a deep breath. Unconsciously, a white-haired grandfather stood beside me, his hands covered with earthworms resting on my chair. I looked at the people sitting in the car, and they seemed to turn a blind eye. I stood up and smiled and said to this kind grandfather, "Grandpa, please sit down quickly!" " "Say that finish, I will hold the grandpa sat on the seat. Grandpa smiled and praised me as a good citizen. He gave me a thumbs up. Yes, I gave someone a rose, and my hands are fragrant.

Bitter:

In the afternoon, my mother called. I picked up the phone carefully, imitating the announcer's voice and saying, "The subscriber you dialed is power off ..." My mother took it for granted and hung up the phone. I am secretly happy. In the evening, my mother came back. I'm sorry to say that I called you today, but your phone was turned off and I couldn't attend Uncle Zhang's birthday. I am complaining.

Spicy:

I have a mother who loves beauty. She takes me with her every time she goes to class. Instead of buying me clothes, she asked me to look after his clothes. Every time I go home, I bring a big Shengli Bao product. However, I always learn from my mother to dress, take pictures in the mirror, and sometimes match clothes.

The ups and downs of growing up haunt my mind, and these ups and downs make me grow up.

My Growth Story 6 Unconsciously, I have grown up and become a fourth-grade pupil. But I will never forget one thing in the summer vacation of the third grade.

That summer vacation, my mother took me on a tour group to Beijing. On the way to visit Chairman Mao's Memorial Hall, I was particularly excited and excited, because I can visit Grandpa Mao soon!

Get off the bus! What a crowd! There has been a long queue behind the memorial hall. Because there were too many people, and I was an impatient person, I accidentally let go of my mother's hand and left by myself. When I came to my senses, I found that my mother and the team were gone. I was in tears, and a policeman uncle came up to me and asked me, "Little friend, why are you crying?" I wiped my tears and said, "I am separated from my mother." The police uncle asked again, "Do you know mom's cell phone number?" I choked and said, "I know." So the police uncle took out his mobile phone and asked me to call my mother. But my mother's mobile phone is turned off, because it must be turned off when visiting Chairman Mao's Memorial Hall. I was very nervous at that time, and I especially regretted not following my mother closely. The police uncle had to take me to the door to look for someone everywhere. I looked around. Suddenly, on the left side of the entrance, I saw my mother and our team. I called my mother and ran over. My mother thanked the police uncle again and again, and my mother and I finally fell down.

From this incident, I learned a lesson: when going out, I must pay attention to safety, stay away from adults and obey the unified command of the team.

My Growth Story 7 Everyone has a "perfect" childhood. Who hasn't experienced many "stupid things" in childhood? And the stupid things I have experienced are often jokes made by childhood innocence. I still remember making a fool of myself on my sixth birthday because of a clay doll.

It was Saturday, my sixth birthday. I put on new clothes and get up early before six o'clock. Out of the door, I was shocked by boxes of gifts wrapped in colored paper, including teddy bears from Wang Han, crystal balls from winged Guan Yu, and schoolbags from Zhang Shuying ... Among them, my favorite is the clay doll from my aunt. It's beautiful. Look, that blonde cowboy hip-hop dress looks like a fashion singer! I can't wait to go downstairs and show off everywhere with a clay doll in my arms. When I came back, I found that the clay doll had been stained by me.

That's it. I want to give it a bath. I took half a basin of hot water first, put the clay doll in, and wanted to give it a hot bath. When I fished it out, my coat fell off with a slight movement of my hand, but I think it's normal to take a bath! But before long, I began to feel abnormal, because it was getting dirty. It's been almost an hour, and it's completely turned into a pile of mud that can't help the wall.

I watched, and suddenly my nose was sour and my eyes were hot, so I burst into tears. At this time, my mother came over and told me that mud would be diluted when it meets water.

Alas, think about that time, my childhood and I were really stupid, naive and interesting!

My growth story 8 growth, growth will always accompany each of us, will record our dribs and drabs, until life, growth will disappear But it records our good memories. Of course, I will grow up. Now tell you a story about my growing up.

I am homesick because I always like to stay at home and don't want to go out. Whenever my grandmother asks me to go out, I am reluctant. My classmates ask me out to play, but I always refuse.

So, this time, I have to be pulled out by my grandmother. I want to buy an electric car because my home is far from school. When I arrived at the electric car shop, I negotiated the price with the people who bought the electric car. Grandma asked me to ride the electric car. I said, "I can't ride!" ""It's very simple, as long as you have a good balance. "Speaking of selling electric cars. I can only walk nervously to the electric car, because I am afraid of wrestling, so I will be afraid. Then why? I was scared because I broke my leg while learning to ride a bike. When I get on the electric car, turn on the switch. The electric car flew away as soon as I twisted it. I thought of balance, balance. I ride harder and harder. I took another step towards growth.

I didn't have much courage since I was a child. I don't like meeting strangers. Grandma thinks I'm timid, so she lets me go shopping every day. Let me be brave.

When I buy a computer, my milk lets me watch ghost movies. I dare not, because I can't even hear ghost stories. The first time I watched it, I turned off my computer because it was too scary, but I had nightmares for the next few days. Then I wanted to watch it again, but in the next few days, I saw that it was not scary at all, but also exciting, and my courage gradually increased. I took another step towards growth.

This is my growth story.

My growth story 9 Growth is an essential lesson in life; Growth is an indispensable part of the ocean of memory; Growth is an indispensable star in the memory starry sky. Growing up is so important and so simple.

This is a competition, and I participated in it hopefully. I think I will definitely win the prize. Soon after, the report card came out. To my great surprise, I only got an "encouragement award". I can't help feeling extremely depressed and depressed, and even began to doubt my ability.

As usual, I browse the web aimlessly, listen to songs, and have no spirit. Suddenly, a beautiful melody came from the stereo, and a vigorous male voice echoed the melody. At the end of the song, the melody still lingers in my mind, and the lyrics ... cheer me up. I want to sing in the lyrics, "Whenever I can't find the meaning of existence, whenever I get lost in the dark, please light me up …" I immediately look for information, analyze the reasons for my mistakes, and find exercises to practice my weaknesses. Later, I finally got good grades in another competition. When I hold the award, I can no longer restrain my inner joy. This is not only the improvement of my ability, but also a transformation of my growth!

In the days to come, whenever I am discouraged, I will think of that song and that experience. Then cheer up, have a good rest and meet the next challenge with confidence.

When you fall into endless darkness, don't panic, because the brightest star in the night sky will guide you to out of the dark and move on ... You will experience many things when you grow up, and each experience has its own value and will guide you to success!

My growth story 10 Everyone will encounter difficulties in one way or another when growing up. In my memory, I can't forget my father teaching me to ride a bike.

When I was a child, I liked riding a bike very much. As I get older, I can no longer ride a bike with a safety wheel.

On my birthday, my father gave me a two-wheeled bicycle, which is exactly the style I dreamed of. As soon as I saw it, my heart itched and I wanted to ride it. As soon as I got on the bike, it fell to the left, and finally straightened the handlebar, and it fell to the other side. I was in a hurry, so I got on my bike and pedaled wildly. As a result, I fell to the ground with my bike. I thought to myself: what a broken bike, I don't want to ride it anymore.

A few days later, just after dinner, my father asked me, "What about the new bike?" I replied without looking up, "I will never ride a bike again in my life!" " "Dad asked," strange, don't you really want to ride a bike? "I bought you a new car, why not ride it?" I told my father the reason in detail, and he sighed and said to me, "Son, people will encounter many setbacks in their lives. If you don't try, you will accomplish nothing. " Come on! Dad teaches you. "

So, we pushed our bikes downstairs. Under the guidance of my father, I straightened the handle, kicked my foot, put my foot on the pedal, and the wheel rolled forward smoothly. I finally succeeded! I'm glad that the coach's father saw this in his eyes and he smiled with relief.

Thanks, dad. You not only taught me to ride a bike, but also made me understand a truth: "Try bravely when you encounter any difficulties, or you will accomplish nothing." .

My growth story 1 1 Growth is all the necessary experiences in a person's life. Some people say: my growth is a failure, because I failed in a key exam, and the failure was complete and shameful; Some people say: I grew up successfully because I did a great thing while growing up. Actually, there is no limit to growth. You all have gains, and gains mean success, and these gains should be unexpected!

People are born, or arrogant and frivolous, or floating like clouds. Me, too. I remember when I was in primary school, I was in this state for a while. I am arrogant, self-righteous and incomparable ... but an exam changed me.

"Beep-beep-beep", the mid-term exam, I feel uncomfortable when I hear the sound. Usually, my grades are ok, but I didn't even finish the paper this time, so my grades are not good. As I expected, two days later, the head teacher called me to her office. She slapped the paper on the table, pointed to the score and the unfinished zero-sum problem circled in red pen and said to me, "Think for yourself. Considering this achievement and recent study status, as a monitor, you have the ability to do well ... ". Later, I carefully analyzed this paper and then reflected on my recent behavior. On the second day after the exam, I saw the rising sun, so I specially said a few words to it: face the status quo and change yourself; In the prime of life, hello today!

Later, I encountered such difficulties and situations many times, so I took out the papers at that time and looked at them again. After reviewing the history class, I thought of the methods and strategies for solving problems.

This may be a failed experience, but from it I realized my own growth, gained independent face, brave thinking, positive progress, and unexpected gains may refer to these!

People's growth is carried out inadvertently, and harvest often comes inadvertently. So please keep forging ahead with some unexpected gains at any time!

My growth story 12 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and I became a fourth-grade student in a blink of an eye. There is a famous saying that "an inch of time and an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time."

There is one thing in my growing experience that I remember vividly. I remember one day at noon, my mother and I went to buy a material bag, jiaozi. Ah-that moment was really interesting. We have bought stuffing from jiaozi and are ready to start work. But ... I can't! My mother taught me to be careful. First, she took out the dumpling skin, dipped it in some water and put it on the skin. She also stressed again: "Remember not to have too much water or too little water, or the bag will be broken!" " After that, she went on working. Then mother scooped up a spoonful of stuffing, put it in the dumpling skin, and finally pinched it with dexterous hands. Well, a beautiful jiaozi without a pot is ready. Is it simple? No, no,no. You're wrong. Do you believe me?

Say, I also began to package jiaozi. I took the skin and threw it into the water bowl, then took it out and put some stuffing casually. Because I forgot my mother's instructions, I pinched them and made them into steamed buns. Hehe, I wrapped jiaozi into a steamed bun, which is really interesting! I tried again, but the package was wrong, and it became a "jiaozi with a hole". Because it is full of holes, it is called "jiaozi with holes".

But I didn't give up. After three or four efforts, I finally got the reward. Because every one of my bags is better than one, if I don't give up and keep cheering, that's victory! The first time I hired Jiao Zi, I understood what "continuous efforts" meant!

My Growth Story 13 Everyone has many growth stories, and I am no exception. What impressed me most was sleeping alone for the first time. In retrospect, the memory is fresh.

I remember one day when I was five years old, my parents said; Son, you have grown up. You should sleep alone. I said; Am I alone at night? Mom said; Of course, you are five years old and can sleep by yourself. Then leave me alone in the room.

At night, the room was empty and silent. I climbed into bed, turned off the light and closed my eyes to sleep. I don't know why, but I can't sleep in bed. So I opened my eyes and looked around. It was dark and quiet in the room, and I could hear my heartbeat. I'm really a little scared. I usually see those terrible scenes flashing through my mind on TV, which makes my hair stand on end. Just then, a sudden gust of wind blew out of the window, making the empty clothes rack tinkle. The clothes hanging outside are swaying in the wind and have a big figure. It looks as if someone is up there. I plunged into the quilt in fear. Although I was sweating under the quilt, I was still afraid to write. After a while, I couldn't stand it. I wanted to cool off and catch my breath, but I was afraid. I put on my shoes several times and wanted to go to my parents' room, but I hesitated when I walked to the door. At this moment, there seems to be a voice saying; Zheng Dong, this man is not bad at all. It's clothes Don't be afraid. However, another voice said; I'd rather believe it, but I don't. That's what everyone says. Never go out. I immediately got into the quilt. At this moment, I seem to hear my father's powerful voice; Son, there are no bad guys. It is the evil of the wind. That's clothes. You are the bravest and best child. Suddenly, a gentle voice said; If you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking at the door in the middle of the night. Ah! Isn't that what grandma always said? These voices make it difficult for me to make a decision. Finally, I got out of the quilt. Although I was a little scared, I persisted and spent that unforgettable night in fear.

The next day, my parents praised me Zheng Dong, you have grown up and become brave. I have a big smile on my face. My heart is sweeter than honey.

From then on, I had my own small room and slept alone. It's really hard to say that everything is difficult at the beginning!

My growth story 14 growth is like a box of colored pens, which adds a touch of color to my memory; Growing up is like an eraser, erasing the bad things I have done, but only letting me see a prank that is still fresh in my memory.

Although I don't usually talk much, I actually have many tricks! Don't believe me, look. ...

When I was studying by myself that morning, a little boy next to me was particularly annoyed. He always took a note to draw for me in class and said, "This is you!" " "I'm a little restless. After class, I immediately wrote the words "I am a pig" on a post-it note, then took out a post-it note and wrote "I am a pig, please come and play with me! Then I said, "Oh, dear! You haven't taken a shower for a few days, and there are bugs crawling on you! " "Where? Where is it? Shoot! " "good!" After that, I put two post-it notes on his back and said, "Bug, bug, I killed him! "Very good."

When everyone saw it, they all said in unison, "Oh …" I interjected, "Shh!" "Oh!" "Ha ha ha" "Don't play with him, he's a pig, and it's written on his back!" I whispered, "Oh!"

That boy, seeing that everyone didn't play with him, asked, "What's the matter?" His good friend said, "No, don't come here. I'm sick. Cough. " "Oh, what about the others?" "I'm sick, too. Everyone is afraid of infecting you!" "Oh, I see." He didn't discover the truth until after school.

In retrospect, I can't help laughing. ...

Physical education class told my growth story 15, and the old teacher said, "This semester we are going to learn an action called forward tumbling."

Looking at the teacher's demonstration, I thought to myself, "It's so difficult!" "

At this time, the teacher asked everyone to divide into several groups. According to the action just demonstrated, they take turns to practice forward tumbling on the mat. It's my turn I leaned down, put my feet together, put my hands on the mat, lowered my head, leaned forward and gently pushed, and my whole body fell to one side of the mat. The students all laughed.

A week has passed, and my forward roll still hasn't improved. Every night I practice rolling forward in bed, which makes me dizzy and I still can't feel it.

A month later, some students not only learned to roll forward, but also were very skilled. As for me, I still can't finish this action smoothly, and I keep rolling down, which makes me very anxious.

When I got home, my father saw me sad and asked me what was wrong. I told him exactly what happened. Dad comforted me and said, "Don't lose heart, you can do it. Dad will teach you. There are two techniques for scrolling forward. First, hold your hand hard. Second: Kick your feet hard! " He spread a cushion on the living room floor and asked me to do as he said. The first time I rolled sideways. The second time, my father gently pushed me back and I turned over. The third time, I put my foot as close to my hand as possible and pushed hard. Ah! I can't believe I turned it over myself. I jumped up happily, struck while the iron was hot, and continued to practice. It felt right. Dad saw it and boasted, "Look, is it successful?" Master the essentials, you can do it! "

Sure enough, as my father said, "Nothing is difficult in the world. As long as you work hard and are skilled, you will succeed. " I am very happy and proud to learn a new skill, and I feel that I have grown up a little.