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XX year165438+1October 14 Sunday weather: sunny.

When I was young, I was innocent. Also made a lot of jokes. Now that I think about it, I still have new memories.

Mom and dad are very busy at work. I went to a small kindergarten class when I was two and a half years old. At that time, the teacher was in class and I couldn't listen. One day, all the children were drawing pictures, and I shook my chair below. Shaking, shaking, the chair fell down. I knocked on the corner of the table, and my teeth pinched a hole in my tongue. The skin on my lips was scratched and bright red blood flowed out. You can't take medicine, you can't dress it, you can only endure it. I didn't shed a tear. The next day, my mouth was swollen like a pig's mouth, so I went to kindergarten.

As soon as I learned to speak, my mother told me to address my acquaintances. A woman of my mother's age is called "Auntie", and a woman of my grandmother's age is called "Grandma" ... Another day, after kindergarten, I went to my father's work unit. Dad's lesbians came around and asked me what to call them. I opened my eyes wide, some called "auntie" and some called "grandma". Dad came over and asked me what to call her. I studied it for a long time, and then I invented a temporary name "Anai". As soon as I called "grandma", everyone present laughed. I didn't know that I should be called "grandma" until I was in the first grade.

In the first grade, I began to learn computer from my father. I learned to input Chinese characters, arrange pages with word, edit various forms with excel, and make simple electronic tabloids with word!

Childhood is beautiful, brilliant and colorful. These things are good memories for me.