What did you do when you were a child?

Thanks to Wukong's invitation to answer, I was too naughty when I was a child, but when it comes to embarrassing things, I think it is necessary to talk about my first experience of drinking white wine when I was a child. I think this is the biggest embarrassing thing when I was a child.

I remember that was my next-door neighbor. His old lady died and his family held a funeral. At that time, the adults were there to help and ignored us. A large group of our friends have fun by themselves. I'm tired of playing the usual games every day. When we saw that it was interesting for adults to drink white wine, we thought it must be delicious. Otherwise, adults were so eager to punch their fists that they were red in the face.

Let's add up to seven or eight friends. Let's have a drink. At first, while adults were not paying attention, we gathered together on a table and secretly took some dishes from the kitchen and a pot of white wine. Everyone drinks with a small wine cup, which is not as delicious as the legend.

The white wine we drank there was basically burned locally in bulk, and the stamina was particularly strong. Our little friend just started drinking. He didn't feel anything, and he didn't know how to draw his fist, so he drank one cup after another with food in his arms. By the time the adults found us, a table full of friends had been drunk and tilted on the table. I remember I was conscious. I went home top-heavy and fell to the ground as soon as I entered the door. Since then, I have never drunk white wine, which is the most embarrassing thing I did when I was a child.

Table tennis is on fire. ...

When my sister was five years old, she brought it from her hometown to prepare for school. After the novelty of my sister passed, I began to clamor for my grandmother. In order to amuse her, her mother bought her a pink ping-pong ball with white dots. In the era when toys are scarce, a small table tennis can bring great joy to children. My sister's table tennis is a treasure. I can't put it down and throw it around. One day, when I was chasing the ball, I accidentally stepped on it and stepped on a hole in table tennis. My sister cried with a ping-pong ball in her hand. At that time, my sister had not slept with me, and the little pimple in my heart had not been solved. Now's the chance! I know that washing with boiling water will unfold itself. I coaxed my sister into saying, stop crying. Put the ping-pong ball on the fire, and the flame will be round as soon as it is drawn. It was winter at that time, and the kang fire at home was booming. Kang fire is particularly short. There is a kettle on the stove, and a blue flame appears next to it. My sister carefully put the ping-pong ball on the flame. Boom! With a loud noise, the flame soared and the table tennis immediately turned to ashes. Scared my sister back two steps, poof! Cry when you fall to the ground. At the moment when I saw the table tennis playing, I was so happy that I covered my mouth and laughed, and my stomach ached. Return to absolute being, I am afraid to see my sister crying like a pear flower with rain! Coaxed her for a long time, it was useless.

After work, my mother looked at her crying sister with flowers all over her face and asked why. My mother put her hand on my head and did it. Began to teach me: my sister grew up in my grandmother's house, and she was born here. My sister should take care of her for me. How could she do such a heartless thing!

When we grow up, whenever we mention this, we will still laugh our heads off. My sister gave me a qualitative description: she is thoughtful and loves to play tricks on people.

When I was a child, I was a notorious bad boy in the village and was often beaten by my mother.

In the 1980 s, the household contract responsibility system was just implemented, and there was enough food at home. However, for children, buying some snacks is still a luxury.

I remember one year during the Spring Festival, my uncle who taught in Hangzhou took his aunt and cousin back to the village for the Spring Festival. They brought many new snacks, which made my mouth water. My aunt gave me a copy, and I finished it in less than half a day. The rest of the snacks are for my cousin, and my mother warned me not to touch them. My aunt didn't hide it either. This is where I can get it. In this way, I secretly get some from time to time. A few days later, I ate all the snacks, but when my cousin chased them, they were gone. My aunt made some complaints. I was beaten by my mother. There is a saying in my hometown that children are beaten by adults in the first month, so this year will be the end. In my memory, that year was indeed like this. In the following days, I was beaten by my mother almost every day, so that I had a strong revenge in my heart.

I was beaten too hard by my mother, and gradually I don't care about that self-esteem. If you don't do something bad every day, your hands itch. If I don't get beaten every day, it's like something is missing.

At that time, every household had a dozen chickens. The rooster saves it for the New Year, and the hen lays eggs for daily necessities. The agency in the village is run by "Qingyun Lao Yang". He is a cadre's son, enjoying the best career in the countryside at that time, drinking old wine and eating good cigarettes every day, enjoying himself and being carefree! I blame this guy for the hatred I got from my mother. I fantasize that all the financial difficulties in our family are caused by such people who have fun every day. Therefore, I want to retaliate against the "local rich man" in this village.

One Saturday afternoon, I came home from school. I scraped a few bowls of rice in a hurry and was planning to go up the mountain to fight pig grass. As soon as I walked out the door, I heard the hen in the henhouse "cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck". I know this is a signal for hens to lay eggs. I crept to the henhouse and squatted down to have a look-indeed, I laid a few eggs. I'm so happy. I have a desire to eat these eggs.

But on second thought, my mother weighs the hen's ass every day before going out to work. She knows how many eggs can be laid that day. If I steal it, I will get another beating.

We must find a way.

Just when I was reluctant to give up my "evil thoughts" after putting the eggs in the clay pot, I suddenly looked up and saw a box of "Shuang Bao Su" eaten by my grandfather on the woodpile, and there was a plastic straw in it.

Well, here's an idea!

I went into the house and found a needle to tie my mother's sole. I carefully poked a small hole in the top of a still warm egg, put a plastic straw in the hole and put it in my mouth to suck. Warm egg liquid just flowed into my stomach. One was not enough, so I smoked another one and belched until I got to my stomach.

What's next? We have to find a way to restore eggs and ensure the weight of each egg.

I brought a teapot with water, drank it into my mouth first, and then filled the eggs with water through a straw. After filling in, blocking the hole becomes a problem. I'm trying to solve some things. Later, I solved this problem with rice grains. In order to be true and effective, I also put chicken manure on the orifice and pretended that nothing had happened. I know that rice leaks easily if it doesn't stick well. To this end, I also put those "bad guys" in the sun. When the rice is dry and the chicken manure is reinforced, it will be perfect. I picked up the egg and shook it. It was perfect.

A few days later, my mother asked me to take my eggs to the agency of Qingyun Lao Yang to change salt. I came to the consignment shop carefully with eggs in my hand. At the request, "Qingyun Lao Yang" picked up the eggs and checked them one by one, but found no clue. He used a pencil to write the date and name on the eggshell of each egg, and asked me to code the egg plates one by one.

More than a month has passed and everything is calm. I was so excited that I secretly laughed at the stupidity of "Qingyun Lao Yang". After that, I "committed a crime" several times, until one morning, "Qingyun Lao Yang" came to the door with a basket of "bad guys", and my mother didn't know about it. The first thing she suspects is me. I didn't deny it, but admitted it. Mother picked up bamboo wool and beat me all over with red stripes, leaving no good meat.

I don't cry, but I am secretly pleased with my pain.

At this point, my hatred for "old man Yun Lan" has increased a lot-I want to get back at him.

One night, I came to the rice field with matches and lit the straw pile of Lao Yang's house in Qingyun. I hid behind a big stone and sneered, and the villagers called for fire fighting. They all ran to the stream to fetch water to put out the fire. In order to show my kindness and high consciousness, I also slowly joined the fire fighting team. Actually, I want to cover up the fact that I have committed a crime.

But what I did was seen by Tian Bing Shoddy, and he reported me. That night, I was beaten by my mother with a bloody nose and couldn't get up on the ground for a long time. I felt like I was going to die, so my heart was crossed, my teeth were bitten, my mouth was bitten, and I spit out one mouthful blood. I deliberately pretended to be dead, and the blood in my mouth let it flow. Grandpa was frightened. He grabbed the stick from his mother and shouted at her. During their quarrel, I gradually got tired and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in bed with many people around me. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw my purring eyes: I woke up! My mother cried and scolded me for being bad, but she held my hand in love and kept sobbing. I know, she is heartbroken, but she hates iron to produce!

My father picked a dozen straws to pay for it, and put the buttress higher than before, so Qingyun Lao Yang stopped abusing him.

It has been more than 30 years, and I still remember it now. I feel deeply guilty about my rebellious behavior when I was young. I don't feel any pain now when I think of the way my mother was beaten in those years. Instead, I think this is my mother's love for me. If I hadn't been taught by my mother, maybe I would have become a bad person.

When I was a child, I belonged to that kind of obedient and clever boy. I never fight, and I have never been told by my teacher to my parents for being naughty and not studying hard. The adults in the village praised me as a good boy.

As the saying goes, honest children are wilted and naughty, and only one person knows the bad things they have done. I remember when I was eleven or twelve. At that time, people didn't have enough to eat, so every family would grow some vegetables in their yard and keep them for themselves. That's the second uncle across the hall. He grows a lot of vegetables at home, which look good, and sometimes he sends us some. Especially the winter melon planted on the wall of my uncle's yard is so big!

At noon that day, I played with two eggs in the same village, strolled outside my uncle's courtyard wall, and looked at four or five small wax gourd lying on the wall, all weighing two or three pounds. Two eggs said, let's choose one to go home. I said, is the melon still tender? Two eggs said, then how can we make it grow up quickly? I blinked, thought for a while, and the plan came to my mind. Whispered with two eggs for a while, and two eggs ran home happily.

After a while, Er Dan ran back again, holding a fruit knife, the slender one. I picked up a fruit knife, climbed up the wall and dug a hole in front of a small melon, just like buying a watermelon to see if it was ripe or not, like a triangle cut by a melon seller. At this time, Er Egg handed me some horse dung eggs that had been prepared. I stuffed them all into the melon, and then carefully covered the cut melon in its original position.

You're finished. I jumped off the wall, patted the dirt on my body and ran away with two eggs.

From then on, Erdan and I went to see the melons on my uncle's wall from time to time. To be honest, I don't know if this melon will rot soon. However, a few days later, the melon not only didn't rot, but also grew bigger and bigger, almost catching up with the largest one, and the triangular incision on the melon also grew flat.

Once, my second uncle saw us walking around the wall and asked us what bad things we were doing. We didn't dare to say anything, but after that, we never dared to see what melons looked like.

In the blink of an eye, autumn arrived, and the seedlings were blackened by frost. On this day, the second uncle said happily, go and pick melons. My second uncle and I came to the wall and saw four or five white melons standing side by side on the wall, all weighing more than ten kilograms. Only the melon with my hands and feet grows the biggest, weighing at least fifteen or six pounds. I couldn't move it anyway.

After picking melons, I went back to my house. My second uncle told me to cut half of the biggest melon for your mother, and ask her to wrap jiaozi for you at night. Ah! I thought to myself, I wonder if this melon can still be eaten. Before I could think about it, I saw my uncle's knife fall, and with a click, the melon split in two. However, there was a loud noise, and a lot of black water flowed out, stinking.

When juwan saw all this, he frowned and muttered, no wonder melons grow so fast. Who the hell did this? I'll slap him to death when I know. I was too scared to say a word.

"Well, this melon can't be eaten. I'll give you this smaller one! " The second uncle said, picked up the smallest wax gourd on the ground and handed it to me. When I saw this, I pushed open the door and ran away.

The second uncle later learned that I did it and told his mother, who gave me a good beating.

Childhood is happy. Naughty, I have done many bad things, but they are gradually forgotten. Only this embarrassing incident has left me fresh in my memory!

I remember that primary school teachers were very strict. They often wrote 100 lines for a wrong question, not to mention forgetting to do their homework. However, every weekend, she will leave a lot of homework. No matter at ordinary times or on weekends, we will be about half an hour ahead of schedule, and then stand in two rows at the door of the classroom for fear of making mistakes in our homework. Later, parents complained that their children went to school too early. As a result, it was stipulated that children were not allowed to come to school to check their homework in advance. We started calling to find out the answer, and later it was stipulated that we were not allowed to call each other. ...

I can't help it at all. _, a little off topic. The shameful thing I did was that I forgot to do my homework at the weekend and was reminded to find out. As a result, I borrowed my deskmate's homework copy in a hurry, 555555555555555, and I copied the name of the great teacher. When I handed out my homework, it was never sent to me. Who does the teacher ask? I raised my hand, and then the teacher took out two assignments in public and criticized me by name. ...

However, teachers and classmates are in distress situation, and I have always been a good children's shoe in everyone's mind, so I have not been punished. It's just that it's embarrassing to copy someone else's homework for the first time and make such a big joke. ...

However, I also made up my mind that I must not be ashamed again, so I got full marks in this math course until the graduation exam ... Suddenly I remembered picking it up and moving a small stool to see you when I was a child. ...

Pumpkins are stuffed with sheep dung.

When I was a child, I often herded cattle with several Xiong Haizi, and of course I did a lot of embarrassing things. Actually, I'm not a bear. I'm just an accessory at best. Once, in a pumpkin field, I can't remember which Xiong Haizi suddenly said, Let's find a pumpkin and put some sheep manure in it. The host will eat it delicious!

Just do what everyone says. The first thing is to choose pumpkins, not too tender and not too old. The most suitable one is ripe in 67. Choosing this kind of pumpkin is the vigorous growth period and close to maturity. After ten days and a half, the owner will pick it and eat it. Pumpkins should also be symmetrical and of the right size. Those pumpkins with crooked necks and twisted feet will not be eaten by the owner, and they are usually fed directly to pigs.

After selecting the pumpkin, cut out an inch square pumpkin pieces with a knife and take them down to make a cover. This is a technical job. The incision must be thin and deep enough, so that the postoperative recovery will be faster.

Here, another Xiong Haizi has picked up a handful of sheep dung. Why use sheep manure? Because cow dung is big, it is not easy to fill it. Sheep dung is small and round, with uniform particles, which can be easily stuffed into pumpkin holes.

The delicious stuffing is over. Next, the pumpkin should be restored to its original state, so as not to cause the owner's suspicion. The cut pumpkin skin must be put back in its original position and sewn tightly. In this case, after a week or so of growth, the pumpkin will be as good as ever, and there is no sign of tampering.

After the delicious pumpkin was made, everyone hummed and was satisfied. It's like doing a great thing with a happy smile on your face.

In retrospect, it was like a dream. The pumpkin was stuffed with sheep dung, and his eyes were blurred. In retrospect, the anecdotes of childhood are vaguely in my mind.

Uninvited, self-effacing, rural children, not to mention boys, are introverted by nature and shy of being born in Mu Na, but their unscrupulous childhood has left many embarrassing things. Here, I might as well tell one or two stories about me and add some jokes. I remember the earliest anecdote deeply. I was only about two years old then. I was just a toddler, but I did something that made my family laugh and cry, even a' heartbreaking thing'. I'll be the suspense first, so I won't talk about it for the time being. Let's talk about the environment first. How embarrassing: it was 62 years, a period of natural disasters. I can only wait for my mother's mouth to scrimp and save to satisfy my hunger. Once I was alone at home, and I was hungry. I rummaged through the pots and pans at home, hoping there was no unexpected gain. I was overjoyed to find some eggs hidden in a can that I couldn't reach in my room. At that time, I raised three domestic chickens privately. Maybe the eggs were stored six months later, only occasionally I found my mother hiding things behind our backs. ) I decided to have a big meal. I stepped on a bench, climbed up, touched one and broke it. I couldn't eat it for no reason, so I touched another one ... As a result, more than a dozen eggs in the jar were destroyed, and the egg juice spilled all over the floor. I didn't eat any on my hair, face or underwear. When my brother called my mother back, I was really ready to be beaten. When my mother saw it, she was distressed and distressed. She only gave a verbal warning and was glad after the accident that she was not punished.

The second embarrassing thing. That happened when I was eleven or twelve. At that time, after school, we cut pig grass together. I remember it was a spring morning. When we saw a fresh and tender bean field, we had a bad heart. We stole a lot of black beans and put them at the bottom of the basket, covered with pig grass. We don't want an uncle of the agricultural association to catch us red-handed. At that time, the three partners confiscated all the baskets as a crime.

When I was a child, I still had a lot of embarrassing things. Of course, I didn't have time to bask in the sun. Now I'm almost one year old, and I still feel real and profound in retrospect. After all, it was my unique growth process.

I never did anything embarrassing when I was a child!

I was smart when I was a child! Very cute! Everyone loves you! Also very sensible!

Then I was six or seven years old! No matter how naughty you are, you always love to play with the opposite sex!

Still playing at home with others! I can't climb on top of others!

This embarrassing thing! It's also a scandal!