A 400-word essay on me as a child

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone has dealt with compositions. Compositions require a complete chapter structure, and we must avoid compositions without endings. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is a 400-word composition of my childhood that I collected for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. When I was a child, a 400-word essay 1

I was a very active little girl. I could crawl around on the sofa at eight months old, and I could talk and walk well at one year old.

Being naughty was my favorite thing when I was a child. One time I was crawling around by myself without my parents looking at me. Later, when they came to look for me in my room, I suddenly got out of my clothes. Jump out of the pile, scare them, and then I'll be there giggling.

When I was a child, I was particularly afraid of taking medicine. Seeing medicine was like seeing a bomb, and I ran as fast as I could. To this day, I dare not touch brown things when I see them. I always think they are medicine. Once I was sick, my mother gave me something that looked like a drink, and it smelled very sweet. After I drank it, I still wanted to drink it. My mother said to me: "You also like to drink medicine. It's not easy." ”

When I was in the top class, my mother took me to Century Plaza to play. I saw many adults skating. I told my mother to rent me a pair of skates. I also wanted to learn, and my mother agreed. . I put on my skates. My mother told me that the grass is rough, easy to learn, and not easy to fall down. My mother first taught me how to control it, but I fell down as soon as I stood up. I finally managed to stand still, and fell again when I started walking forward. My mother told me to move my body forward and walk in eight directions. With the help of my mother, I could walk easily, but as soon as my mother let go, I immediately fell down. But after an hour, I finally learned to skate. Yeah, I learned to skate at such a young age. I think I was quite capable when I was a kid. When I was a child, a 400-word essay 2

My father was a good and considerate father, and my mother was a good mother who thought of me in everything.

I remember when I was a child, one time, I ran out without saying hello to my parents. I was really naughty at that time, jumping up and down like a monkey all day long. My parents didn't know where I had gone and couldn't find me, so they hurried out to look for me because they were afraid that I would get lost again. I can't imagine how anxious my parents were at that time.

Later, my parents found me in the small square downstairs. My mother scolded me severely, and my father walked up to me and said calmly: "Don't do this next time. If you lose it, how will your parents live?"

When I was a child That's me, I always like to run around. Now that I have grown up and become sensible, I really want to say to my childhood self: "You have to be on the safe side in the future, and you can't be angry with your parents anymore, because they are really working very hard, and you have to be good and do well." Don’t make your parents angry, okay?”

Actually, I still miss my childhood, because I was a very naughty, cute, and happy child at that time. A little girl who likes to draw, read, and watch cartoons.

Now that I have grown up, I must study hard and impress my parents, my good friends, and my teachers. I will definitely work hard to be an outstanding student. Girl, I hope I can be happy forever. Essay about me when I was a child 400 words 3

When I was a child, I was most afraid of bugs.

Once, my father and I went to my grandma’s house to play. A small caterpillar flew from the window of grandma's house. It flew and flew until it landed on my finger. I shouted: "Ah! Where did the bug come from! I'm scared!" Just like that, the bug flew away, and I breathed a sigh of relief!

One day, I suddenly figured out that the bug was so small and would die in one click, so why should I be afraid of it?

On this afternoon, something happened. I was sitting by the window sill basking in the sun, and a dark insect flew over and landed on my beautiful window sill.

I'm angry, it's so ugly to have such a little black thing on my beautiful red window sill! I took out the pen from the pen holder and wanted to poke the little black insect to death. But when the pen pokes here, the little black bug runs there, when the pen pokes there, the little black bug runs here, but it can't be poked. So I thought: "Since the little black bug is so good at running, let's surround it first and then attack." So I took out four more pens from the pen holder and formed a square with the little black bug in the middle. I started to shoot with my palms, but the little black bugs could fly! As soon as it flew, it flew out of the square surrounded by pens. I'll get the tissue pack, ha! It was finally done. The little black bug was wrapped up. It ran out of the tissue in fear and flew away.

You have so little courage to compete with me. I'm thinking about doing my homework! When I was a child, a 400-word essay 4

I was so stupid back then that I was so stupid that I hid at the bottom of the refrigerator and ate "ice cream" while reading a book.

It was one day during the summer vacation. My mother and father went to work, and I was taken care of by my grandparents at home.

I opened the refrigerator to get ice cream, and a cool breeze blew. I really wanted to sit in it. I took out all the things inside in a hurry, looked around, looked around, haha, my grandparents didn't notice me and continued to work on the "big project". After I emptied the refrigerator, I couldn't wait to get in. The refrigerator was just right for my body shape. I read the "Red Reading" series of books that my mother bought for me. There were not many words, but I could understand them all.

When I first entered, I felt very cool, but soon the cold wind hit my bones. If I endure it any longer, it will be too hot to go out, I thought. Then he leaned against the wall, it was icy! I took out a piece of ice with my little finger. Well, it tasted okay. So, I ate "ice cream" in the refrigerator and read a book.

At this moment, the refrigerator door opened, and grandma was dumbfounded when she saw what I looked like: holding a book in her left hand, a small piece of "ice cream" in her right hand, and eating a piece in her mouth. Seeing this, grandma quickly hugged me out.

It turns out that grandma opened the refrigerator door to take a closer look when she saw the food all over the floor. She didn’t expect that I was inside.

I was really stupid at that time. But I was only six years old at the time. A 400-word essay on me when I was a child 5

Although there are only a few interesting things about my childhood, every time they are a great masterpiece of this "embarrassing king", today I will tell you about " I can’t tell the difference between salt and sugar” story.

I remember that when I was 6 years old, my mother had no time to take care of me at home, so she left me in the hands of my grandma. I was so happy, thinking: "Today my mother is not at home, this king can finally "dominate the world"!" At that time, I loved watching TV, but my mother refused to let me watch it, so in my heart, my mother was the "female woman". Devil. "I came to my grandma's house. On a hot summer day, as soon as I entered the door, I saw my favorite - melon on the table. Without saying anything, I went up and ate everything.

At noon, I sat on the bed and watched the TV series "A Thousand Bones of Flowers". I saw the people in it were so cool, and I thought: Let me be a flying dragon in the sky too! I was jumping around the room with a sword (straw) in my hand. Suddenly, I saw two boxes in the kitchen and thought to myself: Haha, my grandpa stopped me in the middle of eating last time. Today, I Eating everything. I rushed to the kitchen, picked up the spoon, and took a big bite. "Tsk, tsk!" What is this! "Huihui, why are you eating candy here again?" "This is not candy, it's too salty." "I said aggrievedly. "Haha! Although salt and sugar look similar in appearance, you have to smell it before eating. You little fool, you ate in a hurry, and now you are "defeating the consequences!"

Today, Yantang can't tell the story apart. That's it. Let's continue watching "The King of Embarrassment" next time. Goodbye! A 400-word essay on me as a child 6

Ah Ling, this childhood nickname is unforgettable to me. He was my playmate when I was a child. I remember that I didn’t like him that much at the beginning. It happened that day. One thing changed my view of him.

That morning, I went shopping from home. When I came back, I was so thirsty that I wanted to buy a bucket of ice cream, so I said to him: "Hey! Buy me a bucket of ice cream!" Ling frowned and said, "Auntie told me that I can't let you buy anything, especially cold and ice things." (At that time, because Al Ling's family was very poor, so his mother was his mother's friend, so she asked him to buy anything. Ling came to work part-time at home) I said impatiently: "If you don't want to buy it, don't buy it! I have money myself!" After saying that, I ran out angrily. Maybe it was because I was too thirsty, so I bought five in one breath. I ate all six buckets of ice cream on the way and returned home burping. I pretended to be angry and walked upstairs and slammed the door.

At night, the pain woke me up from my dream. I was dizzy. I held my stomach and wanted to go out. There was a "boom" and it started pouring rain outside. I fell to the ground and groaned. Aling heard the sound and came over. When he saw me falling on the ground, he helped me to the bed. "Are you okay?" He touched my head and asked. The umbrella at home was taken away by my parents, and they hadn't come back yet. He put his coat on me, and wore a short shirt, and carried me on his back. Because he was walking on a muddy road, he ran very slowly, and he also ran very slowly. He fell down many times, and when we came to the hospital, I didn’t get a drop of rain, but he became a drowned rat.

The next day, the doctor told me everything. Today I looked out the window. The blue sky is so beautiful, the birds are so beautiful, but Aling's heart is more beautiful than all of them! When I was a child, a 400-word essay 7

I remember doing an interesting little experiment when I was 6 years old, and it was a successful experiment.

That day I came home from school and drank a glass of water. I thought: Didn’t my mother boil the water? All you need to do is find fire, put water in a paper cup, and let it burn. So, I found a candle, lit a fire, poured cold water into the paper cup, and started burning it. After a while, the bottom of the cup turned burnt black, and there was still a little firelight from the cup. If only one corner was burned, the corner would make a "hissing" sound. After about two minutes, the wax became more and more The more it turned into water, the smaller the fire became. I quickly poured out the wax water, and the fire became bigger again, but the sound of "hiss" and "hiss" became louder and louder. I was very scared. I was afraid that the paper cup would burn and spill water all over the floor. At this time, a miracle happened: the paper cup was intact, but the base of the paper cup was burned and deformed. Many small bubbles rose up from the bottom of the paper cup, and water droplets kept emerging from the bottom. I thought: Is this experiment really going to fail? At this time, I discovered a strange phenomenon. The bubbles that emerged were not damaged by the fire. Suddenly, bean-like water droplets fell on the flames, and the fire went out. I had to relight the fire, and I touched the water temperature, wow! 40 degrees, this is because: the boiling point of water is 100 degrees, that is, the highest temperature that water can reach is 100 degrees, and any higher is water vapor. When water comes into contact with the cup, when the fire boils the water, the heat of the cup will be conducted away through heat transfer. , so that the temperature of the cup is always near 100 degrees, and the cup never reaches its own ignition point and cannot burn.

Science is hidden everywhere in life. As long as we have a pair of bright eyes, they will be discovered. Essay on My Childhood, 400 words 8

Today, I looked at the sofas of different colors at home, and suddenly remembered a story that happened on the sofa when I was five years old.

It was a cold winter, and my father and mother were both at work. I was at home alone with nothing to do, and because it was too cold, I jumped around on the sofa, thinking that it would not be cold. Come on! I jumped and banged, like a hopscotch, from one sofa to another, and then from another sofa to a third one. The more I jump, the happier I get, and the more I jump, the more energetic I get. Suddenly, I heard a "pop" sound, and the beautiful new sofa I bought was "skinned to pieces" by my jump.

My father and mother came home from get off work. When they saw this scene, they were stunned and asked me what was going on. After understanding, they loudly said: "I don't jump underground, but I jump on the sofa and get spanked."

But I defended in a low voice: "It's not like you stepped on your butt, so why did you spank it?" Dad said: "Well, kick your own feet!" "I picked up my mother's knitting needle and pointed it at my chubby little feet. While slapping, I said, "Watch you step on it, watch you jump, and see if you dare to jump or not next time." "I twitched harder and harder, as if this foot was not mine.

The father and mother standing aside both pursed their lips and smiled. Finally, my mother said distressedly: "Stop it, little fool! It's not your foot that's wrong, it's this..." He tapped me gently on the forehead.

Whenever I think of this now, I find it funny. The story of my childhood is really Like a glass of fine wine in my father's hand, it is extremely fragrant and has endless aftertaste. Essay on My Childhood 400 Words 9

My father was a printing factory owner and also a trumpet player. Influenced by him, I entered the music industry. The school's brass band. My father was very happy when he found out and bought me a trumpet online.

When I was taking a break after training, I used a soft brush to clean the trumpet and accidentally wiped the soft brush head off. It got stuck on a bent pipe, and I tried my best, but it still didn't move at all. It was our turn to play, so I had to put it back on temporarily.

It was no different at first. , the sound of playing became louder. I gradually relaxed and gradually forgot about the soft brush blocking the elbow.

On this day, I was doing homework in the study, and my father was playing for me in the living room. "What's going on?" "I heard my father say loudly, "This trumpet's alto "come" sounds wrong? "My father said, taking apart the trumpet parts one by one... My heart was in my throat, staring at the bent pipe, it was in my father's hand!

"That's it. Got it! "My father dug out a slender pipe from the pile of tools, poked it hard, and finally pulled out the soft brush head. It was full of saliva, but he didn't mind it being dirty, and he said to me with concern: "You go first Go do your homework! "I lowered my head and walked away. Before I entered the study and closed the door, I turned back and said, "I'll need it tomorrow!" "

The next morning, before I went out, I saw a note written by my father on the shoe cabinet: I was like this when I was a child!

That day, I used this small shoe The trumpet played a beautiful song "Childhood"... A 400-word essay on me as a child 10

When I was a child, I was well-behaved, naughty, and smart.

When I was in kindergarten, I was. Very quiet and well-behaved. While my classmates were chasing each other, competing for the big slide, walking on the single-plank bridge, and walking on stilts, I sat in the shade of the tree and chatted with the beautiful fallen leaves and cute insects. The students rushed up the stairs, and I stood at the back of the queue. During the paper-cutting class, the students were discussing with each other, but I didn’t speak and just concentrated on cutting my own window grilles.

Previous article. When I was in grade one, I suddenly became very naughty, and the more naughty I became, the smarter I became. The boy put the caterpillar in my schoolbag. I was not afraid or screamed, so I took a tissue and squeezed the cute caterpillar. Live and put it in the boys' locker. I also fight with boys. In my opinion, there is no extracurricular tutoring class that is better than Taekwondo, but my mother just won't sign me up. Then I will learn it by myself, so that I can beat others!

When I entered the second grade, I suddenly became very smart. No matter what questions the teacher asked, I could answer them fluently, and I was very serious in class and would not be distracted. The math teacher said: "You already have 1. Talent and 99% of hard work, as long as you have one more unique idea, you are a genius. "However, my music scores are not good and I can't sing many songs. I am still far away from being a genius who can learn everything instantly. When I was a child, essay 400 words 11

Many people think that the past is just a matter of time. Like green smoke, it will slowly drift away in the wind and disappear before people's eyes. But the fact is that it is not the case. Life will inevitably have some unforgettable moments, painful memories or hard-to-remember emotions... So, the past. It’s not smoke, the past is deeply engraved in my heart. I can’t forget it and can’t get rid of it. It has been buried deep in my heart. I don’t know when it has already taken root.

When I was only a few months old, my parents had to go out of town for some work reasons. As a young child, I was unable to go with them due to various reasons. From that time on, my world was made up of my grandpa and grandma. It was like this until I was seven or eight years old. Since I was a child, the person closest to me has been my grandfather. He often buys me toys and all kinds of delicious snacks. He is always kind to me, smiles, and always responds to my requests. This also constitutes my rather willful and childish temper since I was a child. Of course, I must like my grandfather very much. Compared to my talkative grandfather who was very kind to me, I found my grandma to be very boring. In my childhood impression, she didn’t buy me much food or toys, and sometimes she often refused all my requests. Please, this makes me, who has lived a wonderful life since childhood, intolerable. Sometimes, when I overplayed and was very naughty, grandma would often scold me angrily. This seemed to become a common occurrence.

Therefore, since I was a child, I have ignored my grandma and don’t like to be close to her. Normally, I can’t even speak to her. The past is a thing of the past, and the innocence and ignorance of my childhood are deeply etched in my mind. However, as I grew older, I gradually understood... When I was a child, I was very naughty and did many things that made my father and mother dumbfounded. One thing impressed me the most.

I remember that time, my father’s colleague came to our house as a guest. He brought a bottle of good rice wine. My father poured two glasses in the kitchen and asked my mother to warm the wine a little, and then went out to meet the guests. Chatted.

I sneaked into the kitchen. As someone who has never tasted wine, I definitely wanted to taste the wine. I excitedly picked up the wine glass and was about to open my mouth to drink. A strong smell of wine hit my nostrils and made me dizzy. I let go of my hand and the glass fell to the ground. Fortunately, there was a mat on the ground and the glass was not broken, but Only a little wine was spilled. It's over, it's over, we've caused a big disaster. What will the guests drink now? Dad will definitely be angry. Suddenly, I had an idea. I made a cup of rice wine for my father.

Just do it. I took out the vinegar from the cabinet because the colors are closer! But I can’t add all the vinegar, because the filling will leak out when I smell it, so I have to add something else. What to add? I opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of Coke, and added some water. Feeling quite satisfied with it, I sneaked out of the kitchen again.

The wine was brought to the table by my father. When he drank it all, his face showed a complicated expression, but because the wine was brought by a friend, he could not say much. When I went to bed at night, my father was still talking to himself: "What kind of wine is this? Is it sour, sweet and spicy? I hid in bed and secretly enjoyed it.

I must have been naughty when I was a child! When I was a child My essay 400 words 13

When I was a child, I was naive, lively, and very naughty. I always caused many interesting things, which made people laugh and cry.

It was one morning during the winter vacation, and the sun shone into my room. I rubbed my hazy eyes and walked out of the room. The room was quiet, and I shouted: "Dad!" Mother! "But no one answered. I thought: Have they gone out? I walked around the house a few times as always. Suddenly, I was attracted by something on the table - a cactus. That was, I didn't know what a cactus was. Something. Curiosity drove me to touch it, and I finally couldn’t help it, and stretched out my little hands like a cactus. “Ah! "I screamed and touched my painful little hand. I understood: this thing will sting! I started to get scared and didn't dare to touch it with my hands anymore. I found a small branch and lightly lit it. It was okay. I got brave and poked a small hole on it, and the juice flowed out. I panicked and circled around the cactus, whispering. Said: "Oops! Oops! Bleeding! It's going to hurt! "My eyes suddenly lit up, and I thought: I should apply medicine! I quickly found the medicine box in the drawer. I followed my mother's example, and while getting the medicinal oil, I said to the cactus: "Be good! It doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt…” At this time, my mother came back.

She saw me applying medicinal oil on the cactus and immediately stopped me. My mother couldn't laugh or cry after hearing what happened.

Every time I see photos of my childhood, I will think of that incident and of myself as a child. A 400-word essay on me as a child 14

I can’t remember what I looked like when I was a child. My mother said: “You were given to me by an uncle on the second floor with phone bills, and then you were given to me for my birthday. A gift!" Dad said, "You were picked up from the trash can. You were so fat and cute at the time, and your mother couldn't bear to pick you up." But I just didn't believe it, both my parents. Liar. I went to ask my grandma, and grandma said: "You were sent by God. God is so good! Hahaha..." I think I should be born by my mother. Others say that I look like my mother, so of course I am. Mom gave birth!

My mother once said that when I was five or six years old, I was a naughty kid. I jumped up and down every day. I broke the sofa I just bought, which made my dad have to buy a new one. . Other people's children fall asleep as soon as they lie down, but what about me? At two o'clock in the morning, I got up on time to "dismantle the house". First, I walked around in a circle, kicked my mother, and then kicked my father. Then he got up, picked up my sister's hamster, threw it out the window, and shouted, "Go, Pikachu!" When my mother told me this, my front teeth almost laughed out of my mouth.

My father also said that I was a crybaby. I was frightened by a classmate and cried for half an hour. The kindergarten teacher couldn't bear it and had to call my parents and pick me up. Another time, I accidentally got my finger stuck in the door. Fortunately, my mother took care of it in a few minutes. Look at me again, there is no injury on my hand, but I am crying so much that the whole community can hear it.

These are things that happened when I was a child. Do you find it interesting to recall them? Essay on My Childhood 400 Words 15

When I was a child, I was timid and afraid of being alone at home at night. But at that time, my mother often worked the night shift, and my father usually accompanied me. But every Sunday night, my father had to go to school for meetings, and he usually didn't come back until eight o'clock.

At that time, there were no friends in the neighborhood. I sit at home alone and watch TV in silence, but it seems like my favorite TV programs are avoiding me. It’s so boring. Sometimes there is a "rustling" sound on the ceiling, like a mouse running and gnawing. Hearing this voice, I thought wildly and shuddered involuntarily.

When it was windy, rainy, thundering and lightning, the doors and windows were banged loudly by the heavy rain, and the lightning and thunder outside seemed to scare me on purpose. And I was frightened. When I thought about the scene in the story before the monsters came, I was extremely frightened and tried to comfort myself that this was a story made up by people. It thundered, and I didn't dare to turn on the TV, because my parents would pull out the plug every time they heard thunder, saying that thunder would break the TV. I naively thought that if the TV was in the house, how could the thunder outside break it? But I did it anyway.

One time, I was home alone as usual, waiting and waiting for my father to come home. While looking at the clock, I thought about how slow time passed. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. So I sat on the sofa with the clock and waited, and waited. Fear and fatigue made me fall asleep. When I woke up, I was lying on the bed, and it was already dawn.

Later, I understood a lot of truth: the noise on the ceiling was because people upstairs were moving; thunder, wind, and rain were normal weather changes.