How to write interesting childhood stories?

In my childhood, one interesting thing is still fresh in my memory.

It was one day in 2005, my parents went to work, and I was the only one left at home. My parents asked me not to be naughty at home when I left home, and I readily agreed. Thought: great, I want to relax! After they went out, I started playing. I put my toys all over the floor and looked for interesting things everywhere.

Suddenly, two bottles of "attractive" wine in the corner of the living room floor caught my attention. In the past, my father always said that "wine" was a good thing, which could refresh my mind and eliminate worries. Dad is very happy every time he drinks, and sometimes he squints and hums. Seeing my father happy, I became interested in "wine". But my father never let me drink, and told me that "wine" is not suitable for children to drink, and children can't drink well. I think it's strange: why does dad drink and I don't? And what is it like to drink wine? Therefore, I have always wanted to find a chance to taste the taste of "wine". This rare opportunity has finally come today! I decided to "try wine with my own body".

I crept to the window and looked warily downstairs before I started my "drinking action". My heart is like a thousand rabbits in my pocket, jumping up and down with nervousness. There seem to be two pairs of stern eyes staring at me behind me, but in order to satisfy my appetite, I still tried to hold back my nervousness and quietly returned to the living room. Picked up the bottle and carefully poured a large glass of wine into the cup. I picked up my glass intoxicated. The wine in the cup is clear and transparent, bubbling like "Sprite", and the intoxicating aroma is refreshing. I smacked my lips and couldn't help taking a long drink. ...

"Oh ..." How so spicy! I stumbled to the bathroom and spat out a "good drink" with all my strength. My mouth and throat are on fire. I turned on the tap, willy-nilly, poured water into my mouth, and the fire in my mouth finally eased. At this time, I remembered my father's earnest voice: "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer!" "

Now, whenever I think about it, I can't help laughing.