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Snow is called Sprite.

Childhood fun is the most precious. When we were young, we made a lot of jokes because we were young and ignorant. When we open the door of memory, interesting childhood stories follow. The following is the composition column. I carefully write my article for you, hoping to inspire your writing and write a good composition.

Chapter 1: Snow's name is Sprite. There were many interesting stories when I was a child. That's why I wrote this sequel. My childhood anecdotes are very interesting. Please see my funny events.

When I was a child, my pronunciation was not standard and I often joked. One day, I found a bottle of soda delicious, and the name was really funny. Snow? . I want to show my mother this strange soda. ? Mom, this bottle of soda is really delicious, but the name is too strange, Xue. ? Mother laughed her head off when she heard this. Tell me. This bottle of soda is not called snow, but Sprite. ? I blush like a ripe persimmon. One afternoon, my mother's good friend asked me what to eat for lunch. I said? Seal soup. ? Mom's good friend said? Your family is so rich that you eat seal soup. ? My mother became my translator. Seal soup is seaweed soup. ? . Mom's friend heard? Haha, your child needs to practice speaking. ? I blush like a monkey's ass.

My funny story is very funny! If you have any interesting stories about your childhood, please tell me.

Chapter 2: Colorful Childhood Everyone has a colorful childhood. Everything in the same childhood disappears with the passage of time, but there is one thing that I still remember vividly, as if it happened yesterday.

At that time, I had a turtle at home. I see the tortoise has a head, two eyes and two arms like me. Why can he swim and I can't? Can't I compete with a little turtle? I decided to compete with the tortoise. The tortoise and I are standing on the edge of the tank, jumping! With a bang, my head hit the bottom of the jar, and there was a steamed bun-sized bag on my head. I cried, and my mother heard me and rushed over. When she saw the bag on my head, she knew it clearly. I hurried to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said; ? Nothing, just rest for a few days. ? But I still think about this and that. I saw a big swimming pool in the hospital that day. I am ecstatic. I went to the swimming pool and jumped in without hesitation. Just after swimming a few times, I suddenly felt my body start to sink, and then my head sank. I shouted in despair; ? Help! ? A nurse found me and fished me out. I also pressed my heart with both hands, and suddenly I felt a stream of water coming out. I opened my mouth and water gushed out like a fountain. I woke up and ran to the pool to jump, the nurse aunt said; ? You want to travel to heaven again! ? I pointed to the swimming pool and said, My shoes. ? As soon as I finished, the people next to me burst into laughter, which puzzled me and made me grow up with them.

Childhood is like a window. When you open this window, you will find many fond memories of your childhood.