Childhood stupid composition

Childhood idiot composition 1 childhood is countless colorful shells, bright rainbows in the sky and crisp and pleasant songs. Many things in my childhood left a deep impression on me, among which I still remember that I was afraid to play with fire.

I remember when I was a child, I was fearless. Girls are afraid of spiders, mice and cockroaches. I am not afraid of anything, but I am also afraid of playing with fire.

Why am I afraid of fire? My mother once said to me, "Shiyu, you can't play with fire. Children who play with fire will wet the bed at night. " I am afraid of wetting the bed, so I dare not play with fire or even touch matches and lighters.

However, my heart is full of curiosity about playing with fire. Why does playing with fire wet the bed? Adults light a cigarette and firewood. Why don't they wet the bed?

One day, while my mother is not at home, I'm going to play with fire, trying to verify my mother's words. I took out a pack of matches and a match from the box. Like an adult, I scratched the match on the coating of the box and it caught fire. I saw a flash of fire, and accidentally, the match fell to the ground and went out. I took out another match, wiped it carefully, held it in my hand, and my hand stopped shaking. After playing, I began to regret it. It's terrible. I have to wet the bed at night. It's a pity to really wet the bed.

When eating at night, I dare not even drink soup. I am thirsty and even dare not drink water. I usually go to bed at eight o'clock, but this time I am lying in bed, afraid to fall asleep easily. Before going to bed, I went to the bathroom five times, hoping to go there as soon as possible at night. I don't know when I fell asleep in a daze. I woke up the next morning and felt very bad, so I reached out and touched the bed. The sheets were not wet, so I touched the rest of the sheets. The sheets are dry, too I didn't wet the bed. The stone in my heart fell to the ground. Is it wrong to say something about my mother?

Even so, for a long time, I still dare not play with fire. Later, I gradually learned the lies my mother made up for fear that I was in danger of playing with fire.

My childhood has passed, and I have become a teenager. I am also aware of the danger of playing with fire. I can hardly play with fire, but I am absolutely not afraid of wetting the bed, but the memory of playing with fire when I was a child will always remain in my heart.

Everyone may have some strange ideas when he was a child. Some people can turn them into reality by their own efforts, but what I think now is ridiculous.

I once wanted to grow a pair of wings as strong as an eagle and fly freely in the sky. At that time, I simply thought: do you grow wings with one more jump? I jumped around, jumping east and west. I was out of breath after jumping for a few minutes, but I kept jumping at the thought of growing wings. Grandma saw it and smiled and said to me, "Are you a kangaroo? Jumping around. " I said, "Grandma, I want to grow wings." Grandma touched my head and said, "so you still want to grow wings these days!" Silly boy, people don't grow wings unless they are birds. " Then I realized that dancing can't grow wings. So I gave up the idea of flying in the air with a pair of wings.

I want to be Altman, too. Maybe I watch too many cartoons. I especially admire Altman for defeating monsters and protecting mankind. So, I practice how to fight monsters at home every day, learning the voice of Altman fighting monsters on TV and saying, "Huo … Ha … Ding … Zhi …" I still think about it every day, hoping to have a Transformers like Altman. I expected a monster to destroy the world, because when the monster came, there would be Altman. I thought Altman lived on another planet. Could it be that the distance between the two planets is too far, so he hasn't flown here yet? During that time, my mind was full of Altman, trying to be a hero like that on TV, where there was no danger. I want to do something for my country, protect the earth and protect mankind. This dream never stopped until I went to primary school.

I want to be the Monkey King, too, and show you my magical power with seventy-two transformations. I pulled out a few hairs like the Monkey King on TV, blew them hard and shook them, but nothing changed. I started doing somersaults again-tossing and turning in bed, and found myself still in bed, but I didn't dig out a hundred thousand miles. I messed up the quilt and blanket on the bed and was scolded by my grandmother. I never thought about it again.

Recalling these strange ideas when I was a child, I often can't help laughing. Perhaps, this is what childhood should look like, an age of unrestrained, arbitrary and full of fantasy.

Childhood folly composition 3 childhood is my first step towards life and my best time. In my childhood, too many colorful lives left a deep impression on me.

Looking back on childhood, I always feel funny. At that time, I always did something stupid and smart.

I remember when I was a child, my father liked drinking very much. When I am at home, my mother will cook a few side dishes, and my father will always pour himself a cup and savor it. At that time, I didn't know what wine was, and I was always curious about what was in that cup. When my mother cleared the table, I saw the little liquid like white sugar water left in my father's cup. I really want to have a taste!

For a long time, I was curious about this liquid. I want to know what it feels like to drink, not to drink, but to drink water. Why did you drink that thing? Why is dad's face so satisfied?

I must understand this problem! The opportunity has finally come. My father is on a business trip, while my mother is busy. I sneaked into the kitchen. I saw several bottles of transparent drinks that dad drank in the wine cabinet. I danced happily and finally tasted the wine.

I gently unscrewed the bottle cap, erected the bottle, raised my head and swallowed it in one gulp. Before I could swallow it, a sour, spicy and bitter smell went straight to my nose. I can't spit it out and I can't swallow it. It's really sad. Constantly complaining about dad, saying it's delicious, can hurt me

The next day, my father came back and asked my mother in the evening: Who has been drinking? What a delicious smell of wine! Mom said no, and there were no guests at home. I'm too scared to say anything. Dad looked at me, smiled, and then smiled at my mother. There seems to be another little drunk in our family. I blushed and smiled shyly. Dad then said to me seriously: You are still young, your body is not yet mature, and you can't drink alcohol, which will stimulate brain cells and affect your growth. When you grow up, it is ok to drink properly.

As I grow older, I grow up slowly. Whenever I think about it, I always secretly laugh. Although the ignorance and ignorance of childhood have gradually faded from me, there are still many things worth remembering, which will be my beautiful memories forever.

Childhood folly composition 4 childhood is like a curved boat, carrying our endless dreams in the years; Childhood is like a happy song, singing our happy life heartily. In a colorful childhood, no one is stupid! I did a lot of stupid things when I was a child, and I couldn't help laughing when I thought of these stupid things.

When I was a child, my neighbor's sister's kitten died, and my sister stamped her feet in anxiety. I think of those doctors in white coats, so I think of those doctors who treat patients with syringes. It suddenly occurred to me that there were still a few small syringes at home, so I put the messy medicine together and filled it up. I dipped my handkerchief in medicine first, then wiped it on the kitten's ass, then picked up a small syringe and hit it on her ass. The kitten didn't respond. I thought there were not many kinds of medicines, so I put the medicines that can be brewed at home together with those that can be brewed at my sister's home. After soaking, I spanked the kitten in the same way as before. But there is no way to bring the kitten back to life. My sister and I cried with the kitten in our arms.

Another time, when I went out to play with my grandma and saw someone selling balloons, I took grandma's hand and said, "Grandma, I want to buy a' white rabbit' balloon." Grandma casually agreed. I am holding my little white rabbit balloon, and I won't let it go for a moment, for fear that it will "escape". A few days later, I found that the balloon of "Little White Rabbit" became smaller. I thought the "white rabbit" was hungry, wanted it to eat radishes, and was afraid that it would "run away", so I forced my mother to pull out radishes. After the radish was pulled out, I fed it to the "little white rabbit", but it didn't eat at all. Later, the "little white rabbit" leaked air, because when I was feeding the balloon to the "little white rabbit", I touched the balloon with the tip of a radish and poked a hole. I cried for the "dead white rabbit".

Childhood is always a dream season. Although time goes by little by little, the dreams in our hearts will accompany us all our lives.

Childhood folly composition 5 childhood is a painting, which contains our colorful life; Childhood is a song, which contains our happiness; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing. When I was a child, I did many stupid things, and what impressed me the most was "washing salt".

As far as I can remember, I just turned five. One day, only my grandmother and I were at home. Grandma was worried when she found that there was no salt when she was cooking. Clever, I saw grandma's mind at a glance and pestered her to buy her salt. Grandma has always spoiled me. She can't satisfy me unless I want the moon in the sky. What's more, I am persistent, and my grandmother has to agree if she doesn't agree.

After buying salt, I proudly walked on my way home. When I was proud, I accidentally fell, the salt bag broke and the salt spilled all over the floor. I quickly put the salt on the ground into the salt bag. Although I was careful, the white salt was stained. "Dirty salt can't be eaten. What should I do? Isn't grandma waiting for salt at home? " I am in a hurry. "Xiao Fang, what's the matter?" Maybe it's because I was in a hurry. Aunt Wang in the yard saw me and asked me kindly. Looking at Aunt Wang who is scouring rice, I have a plan in my heart. I borrowed a basin from Aunt Wang. I took the washbasin and walked quickly to the well in front of Aunt Wang's house. I scooped up a big basin of water, poured the salt in and rubbed it with my hands. I thought to myself: I want to wash the salt clean, and grandma will praise me for being smart. Rub it, why is there less and less salt? "Wow, it's gone!" I exclaimed. Looking at the water without salt in the basin, I had no choice but to take an empty bag without salt and go home crying.

I told grandma what happened, and grandma was in distress situation. Said: "When salt is put into water, it disappears and dissolves. When you grow up and read a lot of books, you will know why. "

Only then did I know that rice can be washed, but salt can't be washed.

Childhood will gradually leave me in the passage of time, but the childish past of childhood will always be cherished in my heart. It is those "silly" things that describe my innocence and carefree childhood. ...

Childhood stupid composition 6 childhood is a song, in which we live a happy life; Childhood is a painting with our happiness in it; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing. Many things in childhood have been forgotten, but one stupid thing is still fresh in my memory.

That day, my mother-in-law said happily to me, "Sai Sai, your parents are back. There is a fish in the bucket. Don't let it jump out I'll cook it for you at noon, and I'll buy something to eat. " I nodded. I looked at the little fish in the bucket. It has floated up. I thought, is it dead? I touched it. If so, it didn't move. Mom and dad are so hard, and my mother-in-law and grandpa take care of me so hard. Let me help them scrape fish scales.

I picked up the scaling tool, grabbed the wet fish, put it on the ground, and scraped it on its back, but I had a lot of effort and just lost a few scales. Fish scales are as indestructible as solid armor. I don't think I can do this. I'll thank you after I shave the flowers! I thought about it, and it suddenly occurred to me that I could shave fish scales with my father's electric razor. Father's hard beard can be completely shaved, and scaling is definitely not a problem. I brought a razor, turned on the power and aimed it at the fish scales. Click, click, the scales of the fish scales were cut into small pieces and fell off. Haha … even hard armor can't escape my palm! Suddenly, the razor didn't work. I carefully removed the net cover of the razor, cleaned the scales inside, put them back, and turned on the power, but the razor still seemed to be asleep and motionless.

At this time, my father came back, saw the razor in my hand and asked me what I was doing. -I have to tell the whole story. I don't think my ass can escape from Wuzhishan. To my surprise, my father not only didn't scold me, but also praised me for thinking with my head. But think twice before you do anything, and don't do bad things with good intentions.

Childhood is rich and colorful, and everyone has some interesting things in his childhood.

I remember one summer, I studied reading in the Children's Palace. On my way home, I saw a chicken seller.

Chicken is fluffy, round, like a ball, so cute! The yellow fluff is soft! I asked adults to buy it for me. After I bought it home, I saw that the chicken in the cartoon can swim, which is very good! I think: chickens on TV can swim! Then my chicken should be able to swim! Hmm! It must be like this! Maybe my chicken swims faster than the chicken on TV!

Just do it. I brought a basin of water. Just as I was about to put the chicken down, my mother came into the room. She saw me holding a chicken with a basin of water in front of me. She asked inexplicably, "Son, what are you doing?" I told my mother that I would let the chickens swim! My mother smiled and explained to me: "A chicken is not a duckling. How can it swim? " ? It will drown in water! It is impossible for chickens to swim at this time! "I didn't listen to the advice, thinking that my chicken just could swim, and clamoring to let the chicken swim:" This is impossible! It's impossible! My chicken can swim! "Mom can't help me, so she must let me go.

I grabbed the chicken and gently put it on the water. The chicken barked at once, flapping its wings and claws. I don't understand. I thought the chicken was swimming happily! I'm going to eat snacks first. After a while, I entered the house and saw the chicken lying quietly at the bottom of the water. When my mother found out, she said to me, "Alas! The chicken drowned in the water! I told you it was impossible! " I cried when I heard this, but I still firmly believe that chickens can swim, and my mother can't be right.

Now whenever I think about it, I feel that my mother's "this is impossible" is much more correct than mine.

Yes, this nonsense of "this is impossible" can only be said in childhood.

Every minute of my childhood is precious, and I almost forget whether I am laughing or crying. But only that thing is firmly engraved in my heart.

I remember it was a Sunday, and I must think about going back to the city to attend kindergarten in a few days. I am very sad, but I am very happy at the thought of going to the vegetable market to buy my long-awaited bunny again. I suddenly forgot all my troubles and just wanted to buy a bunny as soon as possible.

I waited and waited until 1, and it was time for my mother and mother-in-law to go shopping together. I followed them to the vegetable market, and I saw the little rabbit eating grass at a glance. I dragged my mother to find a rabbit and bought a black rabbit.

I put the rabbit on the ground. That rabbit was so cunning that it slipped away when I wasn't looking. Fortunately, I found it early and caught it as soon as I turned around, otherwise my little black rabbit would be gone.

In order not to let it slip away again, I put it in a small breathable box. My mother-in-law and I bought food and went home. I don't even want to eat at home and see my little black rabbit.

I went to the door, took out two grasses and put them in the box. But who knows that the little rabbit was so hungry that he ate up the two grasses in less than a minute. I asked my mother where the grass was at the door. My mother said that rabbits ate grass too fast, and the grass at the door was gone. I said there were only two grasses at the door for some reason, so I took them, so my mother had to point them at a distance and tell me to be careful on the road.

A bad idea suddenly occurred to me. This grass must be very nutritious or delicious, otherwise the rabbit won't eat so fast. So I pulled out a lot of this grass, and while eating it, I thought, although this grass is not delicious, it must be very nutritious, and I got home. I told my mother about it, and I thought my mother should praise me, but my mother was in distress situation and told me that rabbits only eat grass because rabbits are herbivores. If they are carnivores, they won't eat grass.

After a while, my mother took my little black rabbit to stew.

What you did when you were a child is a "stupid thing" that you will never understand.

When I was 9 8 years old, I did a stupid thing. I can't help laughing when I think about it now.

My mother bought me an electronic piano. This electronic organ is not only beautiful in appearance, but also can "sing" more than a dozen songs such as "Clay Doll". I like it! Every day I will sit beside it solemnly, press its keyboard with my chubby little finger and enjoy its beautiful "singing". Gradually, I found its voice a little hoarse. "I must be tired of singing. What should I do?" I was anxious and determined to find a way to "cure" its "voice".

My father is on a business trip, my mother has to go to work, and I am locked at home alone. Now, I can enjoy myself. I accidentally found a bottle of Sprite in the refrigerator, and suddenly I had an idea: people should drink when they are thirsty, and they should drink when they are tired of singing the electronic organ! So, I immediately took out the Sprite bottle, unscrewed the lid and poured Sprite into the pronunciation device of the electronic organ. I keep saying to myself, "Drink, drink, have fun, and your voice will be fine!" " "After drinking Sprite, I was elated and felt like the smartest person in the world.

When my mother came home, I couldn't wait to tell her about my "masterpiece" in detail. My mother listened to my words and said in distress situation, "Alas, you little fool! Can people and electronic organ be the same? If you do this, you will break the piano! " I curled my lips and took my mother's words with a grain of salt. After a while, when I pressed the black and white keyboard again, the electronic organ really couldn't "sing" the beautiful song before. For this reason, I was sad for many days and kept blaming myself: "How could I be so stupid? No wonder my mother called me a "little fool"! "

It has been more than seven years since this incident. Up to now, my mother often uses it to warn me that everything should be done with your head, otherwise, good things may turn into bad things.

Stupid and interesting things make childhood rich and colorful, and it will leave an unforgettable life.

Childhood Idiot Composition 10 Under the light, the girl is writing a composition, but the pen just seems to like to be against him, and soon there is no ink. That girl is me.

"Hey, why is there no water again?" I muttered to myself, and there was a bored expression in my eyes.

I gently unscrewed the cap of the pen, and after the bullet-like nib, only the lonely refill tube was left. With a click, I pulled out the nib. I looked at it in surprise, but I soon came to my senses and saw a bottle of ink on the table, so I was too lazy to get other refills. I turned my eyes around and thought of a way. I can't hide the smile on my lips. I smiled twice, grabbed the ink bottle and put it in front of me. I have turned the refill tube into a straw in my mind, thinking of putting it in an ink bottle, then taking a sip gently, and then putting my head together to write. But fantasy is beautiful, reality is cruel, and everything in reality will be the opposite of fantasy. Not only did the ink not enter the pipe as expected, but I drank it!

"Ahem ..." I kept coughing.

At the moment when the ink entered the taste buds, I tasted like cotton candy, but then generate gave me a sour taste. The combination of the two flavors is a little lactic acid bacteria, which is a bit delicious! After a few seconds, sour taste gradually replaced sweet taste, with a little sour taste in the middle.

I frowned, facial features twisted together, and immediately rushed to the bathroom. I vomited in the sink and spit out black water. Then I looked at my teeth. Every tooth is like coal, and my tongue is crawling like a monster covered in black.

I quickly picked up the toothpaste, squeezed a strip on my tongue, brushed my tongue back and forth with a toothbrush, and cleaned my teeth.

A mint smell of toothpaste rushed to my forehead. Although the smell and feeling made me uncomfortable, I didn't care so much. Brush back and forth several times, and finally brush your mouth clean.

Look at this toothpaste. I have used at least half of the new toothpaste. Take a deep breath, as if the air is ice, and the ice hurts my forehead.

I thought silently, wrote slowly, and recalled the stupid thing of drinking ink. I won't do it again.