Tell me what bad things you did when you were a child.

Speaking of bad things I did when I was a child, the first thing that jumped into my mind was to set fire to the house. Of course, it's a bit exaggerated. The house didn't burn, but I did set it on fire.

There were many sisters in my family when I was a child. Father goes to work and mother is in hospital. My sister just went to primary school, and my parents sent me and my third sister to my grandparents' house. My grandparents teach in a rural primary school in my hometown. During the day when they have classes, my sister and I play in the eucalyptus forest behind the school. We scraped the resin from the trunk with a stick and kneaded it into a ball. We can play for half a day. Sometimes when I feel really bored, I will sneak into grandma's classroom. When the students saw us come in, they all laughed in unison. My grandmother had no choice but to put us in an empty position and continue our class. We just pretend to follow the students. In fact, we don't listen, we don't understand, and we have to look out of the classroom warily, lest grandpa pass by and find us in the classroom. Grandpa is a very strict man in our eyes, and we are all afraid of him. We absolutely dare not sneak into grandpa's classroom.

Let's go back to my arson case. Every time I chat with my elders and sisters at home, everyone will think of a bad thing I did, that is, I almost burned down my grandmother's house. In fact, no matter how hard I try to remember, I can't remember how the fire started. I only vaguely remember that at noon that day, grandma took her sister to the outhouse for a nap. I stood in front of the bed in the room, playing with matches and burning wax. Somehow, the mosquito net caught fire. I was so scared that I tugged at the mosquito net and shook it. As a result, the more I shake it, the bigger the fire. Silly and timid, I knew I was in trouble and didn't dare to wake grandma. But ran to the outhouse, quietly opened the door and ran out, hiding in the banana field behind the house.

Accompanied by my pounding heart, I soon heard my grandmother's panicked cry: "fire, fire!" " "At the same time, I heard grandma banging on the antimony bucket, and then I heard many people running and screaming! Many hands make light work, and soon the fire was put out, because grandma found it in time, and this fire just lacked a mosquito net. Then I heard menstruation and grandma looking for me everywhere. My aunt, who is still in high school, found me in a banana field and dragged me home. Her voice was sharp and loud: "you little villain, you didn't shout when it caught fire, but you hid." You want to burn your sister. "I think my aunt is great. How did she know that I started the fire? I was taken back to my grandmother's house, surrounded by a lot of watching classmates, which really put me to shame! I was beaten by my grandfather, and I was really impressed!

When I was a child, I did a bad thing. My sister doesn't know how to make me angry. I picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at my sister. I didn't expect my sister's forehead to bleed instantly when I hit it. This time, I was beaten by my mother. My mother just tried to stop the bleeding at home when my sister scraped her forehead. She put a piece of cotton on the wound and wrapped it with gauze. She didn't take my sister to the hospital for stitches. As a result, my sister left a big scar on her forehead. I feel a little guilty now.

Maybe everyone did something that is unreasonable, ignorant, crazy, funny and sometimes hurts others when he was a child. Life is so colorful, childhood is so colorful, people always want to find some memories when they reach middle age! I may have done a lot of bad things when I was a child. Let me dig slowly.