600 words of interesting stories about childhood.

Childhood fun, 600 words and 5 compositions in the second day of junior high school.

Childhood is carefree and silly, and many interesting things often happen. Whenever I think of those things, I can't help laughing at how stupid I am! The following is a 600-word example of my childhood anecdote composition for everyone. I hope you like it.

Childhood anecdotes 1 childhood is like a rich lunch, with ups and downs and endless aftertaste. Childhood is like the stars in the sky, shining countless times. Childhood is like a gust of wind, you can't see it in a blink of an eye, and the anecdotes of childhood are almost forgotten. However, in my mind, there are still some unforgettable childhood anecdotes, which have been deeply imprinted in my heart and cannot be erased.

When I was eight years old, my mother and I went shopping in the supermarket and visited a circle of supermarkets. I feel bored and carefree. When I passed the place where fish were sold, my eyes were suddenly attracted. There are shrimp and fish in it, and I am alive and kicking, upstream and downstream. Crabs attract me the most. I lay on the glass and stared at me, and my excitement suddenly came up. I took it out by hand, hid it in the corner, played with crabs and put it on the ground, but it walked sideways, not straight. I insisted that the crab walk straight, so I held its legs with both hands, one foot to the left and the other to the right. However, the crab not only didn't learn to walk straight, but also broke its leg. I secretly ran back with the crab in my arms, but this time it was unexpected. But I ate steamed crabs at night, and my mother specially left me two legs to eat, which made me reflect on what I did wrong today. What to do in the future.

My childhood was full of happiness and sadness, and each of us had an unforgettable childhood. In short, every bit of innocence in childhood is precious to us. Childhood is like a container, full of happiness and sadness. You can feel the joy of childhood every time you open it.

Childhood fun 600 words 2 childhood is like a colorful picture with colorful memories. In my memory, there is a childlike innocence-I became a "joke", which I still remember.

One morning, at the urging of my mother, I hurried to school. As soon as I entered the classroom, the whole class burst into laughter I froze. What happened? I looked around and nothing unusual happened. Look at yourself again, actually wearing pajamas, one wearing mom's shoes and the other wearing dad's. It's like my hair exploded

Before I came to my senses, I apologized to the teacher and said, "I'm sorry I left in such a hurry this morning that I didn't do anything well!" " Excuse me! "But the teacher said quietly," Never mind! "Today you just clean up before school starts! Come and help if you have time, and don't come if you don't have time. But since I'm here, come and help! " The "old demon of Montenegro" in my heart suddenly popped out: Oh, my God! Earth! I don't need to clean, I can sleep in! Blame my mother for urging me. "angels in white" is not to be outdone: just make some contributions to the class! ...... In order to save face, I had to promise to say, "OK, I'll go back and change it."

So, I ran home despondently. When I was changing clothes, I said to my mother, "You lied to me and even said that I was going to start school and I was going to be late, which made me lose face!" After changing clothes, I ran back to school. I just stepped into the classroom and was laughed at again. I checked my clothes first and found nothing unusual. Later I learned that they were ready to go home.

I just goofed around today and didn't help. When I got home, my mother giggled and said, "I want you to exercise more, too!" If you can't carry it clearly, get up and run to school ... "

What a sly mother! She played a joke on me. The more I think about it, the more interesting it becomes.

Childhood fun 600 words 3 In my mind, there are many interesting things about my childhood. Just like eating apricots in those days, I still remember them vividly.

When I was a child, fruit trees were planted in a big yard near my grandmother's house. The owner of the yard is very kind. Whenever the fruit is ripe, he always asks us to pick it and eat it.

In summer, apricots are ripe. We naughty children "killed" into the yard and couldn't wait to run to the big apricot tree, looking up at the golden apricot tree, and we only swallowed. The apricot tree is very tall, and there are many bedbugs on it. We can't climb up and the ladder can't reach it. Those apricots seem to say proudly, "If you can't pick me, you can't eat me." Seeing those apricots showing off on the branches, but not picking them, my heart itches with anxiety.

We are scratching our heads with anxiety. Then a friend said, "We can shoot them down with poles."

This is a good proposal. We found a long pole in the yard. I took a long pole, carefully aimed at the branches with many apricots, and hit them hard a few times. Apricots on the tree fell like hail. I threw away the stick and grabbed apricots with my friends, for fear that I would grab less than others. Some apricots are broken, but it doesn't affect our appetite and interest. We put it in our mouth, taste sweet and sour food, put it in our pockets, spit out almonds from our mouths and put apricots in our mouths. The apricots on the ground have been robbed. Keep fighting, keep robbing. ...

After a while, the apricots on the tree were swept away by us. My little friend looked at my bulging cheeks, pretended to be funny while eating, and solemnly said to me, "Eat slowly and don't choke!" " "Ha ha ha ... we cheered.

After sharing the "trophy", I went home happily, and I couldn't eat any more rice-on the one hand, my stomach was full by Xinger, on the other hand, my teeth were sour by Xinger.

Never forget-happy childhood!

I can't help laughing when I think of what happened when I was six years old.

At that time, there was a lively and lovely kitten at home, and I regarded it as a treasure. Maybe because I like it so much, I often do some unreliable stupid things.

One day, I suddenly had a strange idea: kittens often catch mice to eat, eat and sleep, but never brush their teeth. How dirty their mouths are! What should I do? On second thought, I decided to brush my teeth for it! Instead of acting, I quickly found a toothbrush and toothpaste, gently coated the toothbrush with a layer of toothpaste, then poured a glass of water and crept towards the kitten. I found it snoring like thunder. It was a beautiful day and gave me a good chance. I gently held it in my arms, stroked its head and said, "kitten, be good, don't move, I'll clean it for you!" " "After that, I poured the water into the kitten's mouth. But his head was dangling, but he refused to drink, and all the water spilled on my clothes. If it's too soft, I'll just put the toothbrush in the kitten's mouth, but it won't fit in anyway. In desperation, I forced his mouth open, immediately stuffed the toothbrush into the kitten's mouth and shook it up and down. In an instant, the kitten's mouth was full of foam, and I thought to myself: the kitten's mouth should be clean! Unexpectedly, the kitten jumped up, stared and screamed "meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. As soon as I saw that things were not good, I ran away.

When my father heard this, he immediately ran over and asked me what was going on. I said angrily, "This bad cat, I kindly helped her brush her teeth, but she tried to attack me, which made me so angry." Dad couldn't help laughing: "Who brushes the cat's teeth? Isn't this a big joke? " You are asking for it. "

Later I learned that kittens don't have to brush their teeth. However, whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing!

Childhood fun 600 words 5 childhood is like a colorful dream, which makes people miss and yearn for it. What happened in childhood is as numerous as the stars in the sky. They wink naughtily in the air and let you open the floodgate of memory. ...

Once, I saw the cactus on the windowsill green. I'm not bragging. My green palm looks more lush and full in the sun. What is even more fascinating is that the red flower is so delicate that I can't help but want to touch it.

However, as soon as my hand touched it, I couldn't help screaming "ouch". I haven't touched the cactus flower yet, but I stabbed it with a thorn. Alas, I forgot the biggest feature of cactus: it is full of thorns! If you are not careful, you will get stuck in your hand. In view of this, I came up with a solution: just fix it. Today depends on whether I have the ability to show my talents!

So, my "facelift" of cactus began. I took a pair of pliers and carefully pulled out the thorns on the cactus one by one, counting as I pulled them out. The more you pull, the stronger you are, and the more skilled you are. The thought of cactus without thorns seems to give me great motivation. I smiled happily, probably because of my great masterpiece!

In a short time, my masterpiece was declared complete. At this moment, look again, a naked cactus appears in front of my eyes.

In the evening, I told my parents about it. They laughed first, and I was even more proud after listening to it. After laughing at this, they said that I didn't use my brain, and I was simply confused by the two monks. I thought, did I do something wrong?

You see, when I was a child, I was so carefree that I often did such ridiculous things. Now that I think about it, it's really memorable!