My daughter’s childhood fun stories

Both my husband and I are from suburban and rural areas, but his is from a suburban area and my family is from an outer suburb.

We are all successful people who have changed our destiny through learning. They broke away from the life of their ancestors, who faced the earth and turned their backs to the sky. They went to the city to go to school, stayed in the city to work, settled down here, bought a house, and had children.

Because she is busy with work, my mother goes to the city from her hometown to help us take care of the children. Sometimes, she also takes the children back to her hometown.

The following are the children’s short stories about what happened in the city and suburbs.

1. Where have you gone?

When the child was young, he could not walk yet and could only move by holding on to the table.

One day, my mother and husband and I were chatting in the living room. We were very happy, so we started discussing and laughing again. After a while, I realized that the child was not around. Where had he gone?

The room became extremely quiet instantly!

Suddenly, looking at a big bald head, a big vest "floated out" from the room. He held the bottle in one hand and put it in his mouth, and held the coffee table with one hand, moving it slowly and carefully with a wicked smile on his face.

The child was thirsty when she saw us all chatting and no one paid attention to her. She went into the house by herself, heard no movement, and came out to watch the fun again. "I have become more capable and can find water by myself. Now I am neither hungry nor thirsty." Let's praise her together. It was so cute that everyone couldn't help laughing.

She looked at everyone laughing. She held the bottle in her mouth and smiled crookedly, but her hand couldn't help but touch her big head. At that time, she couldn't walk on her own because she lost her balance. Her body suddenly swayed, causing everyone to exclaim. She immediately put down the hand she had raised to touch her head and held it firmly on the table. The bottle did not leave her mouth.

2. Boy? girl?

My daughter was quite ugly when she was a child. In order to grow black hair, she always shaved her head. The old man in the courtyard said that if she could hold it in, her hair would be black when it grows back.

When she was a child, her grandmother would dress her in a skirt and play in the yard in the summer.

A man came over and touched our bald heads and said, you are a boy even in a skirt! After a while, another person came over and said, you are a young man, wearing a girl's skirt, you are also a boy!

Everyone thinks that we are bald and cute, and everyone who sees us likes to play with the children. We are all neighbors in the courtyard, some are acquaintances, some are semi-strangers, and those who don’t know say we are boys, but we are standard little girls!

As they grew older, grandma kept growing their children’s hair long, saying, “It’s not good for girls to stay bald.” Later, the child's hair was really black when it grew back, and I didn't know what the point of "holding back hair" was.

3. Counting sheep

When I was a child, my children had always lived in the city. Apart from going to the zoo to play, the only other things they could come into contact with were picture books.

When grandma is playing with her children at home and reading a book, she usually says, "Let's read this book. This "part" is a lamb, and that "part" is a puppy. We are not in a hurry. , read them one by one.

The old man didn’t read much and could read simple books. He should be regarded as a high-school educated person. “Converted” to now, he has almost graduated from middle school, but he has almost forgotten it.

My family speaks a dialect, so when I read books, I often read them chapter by chapter, not page by page. As a result, taking the children to play in my hometown is a joke.

The child is cute. Our family has a good relationship with my second aunt’s family. When my mother returns to her hometown during the holidays, she will take her child back to play with her.

My four aunts at my second aunt’s house are not far away from each other. They often go back to their parents’ home. They especially like children. When we meet them at home, we take turns playing with them.

The adults will coax the children, and the children will have fun. When they see the lamb running in the yard, they will stagger after it and chase it. , two "pieces" of sheep. Because the child spoke Mandarin and everyone in my hometown spoke local dialect at home, my aunt didn’t understand it at first, but later she realized it. My fourth aunt smiled at everyone and said, “Oh my god! What did I say to the child?” Well, Qingqing is counting sheep, one by one. Children in this city are different!” One small sheep and one big sheep.

Many years later, when the child grew up, the family would sometimes tease her. Come over and count the sheep!

? 4. Wow, it’s all gone!

? The child has been living in the city. Later, the great-grandma became seriously ill. The grandma had to go home to take care of the great-grandma. There was no way. My husband and I had no time, so the child had to be taken back to his hometown.

After returning home, the aunts took the children to play on the street. It was just after the autumn harvest, and many people's corn was drying on the road. In order to dry the grain as quickly as possible, some villagers will walk back and forth in the corn at noon, or use a four-claw rake to string the corn back and forth.

The child has been living in the city since he was a child. He knows that golden color is corn. From the knowledge obtained from books, corn should be in the granary or in the pocket.

When they went out to play, she saw that every once in a while, she saw a large piece of peeled and boneless corn kernels spread on the roadside. The child couldn't help but sigh: Oh, Dusala? This has become a joke among the usually simple and happy aunts and sisters, "Oh, it's all gone!"

There is no way, it's a joke again.

5. Uphill, downhill!

When our children were young, as long as nothing happened, the whole family liked to drive out and play together!

My husband drove the car, my mother sat in the passenger seat, and my child and I were in the back seat. The child is in the back seat and likes to sit and play in the aisle between the back seat and the front seat. She is short, so sitting under it is just right. She probably finds it very comfortable. But adults always felt that she was uncomfortable, so they tried to tease her. It’s uphill! It’s downhill! There is a flock of sheep!

Later, the child was really motivated. He stood in the middle of the back seat aisle, and when the car was going uphill, he shouted, "It's uphill!" When it goes downhill, shout, "It's downhill!"

My grandma and I were responsible for looking for sheep. When we saw a group of sheep, we shouted, "A group of sheep." The children also followed suit and shouted, "A group of sheep." After a while, we were all sweaty and had to wipe the sweat quickly.

6. Sleeping? Dead? Scared to death.

This is what the child’s grandma said. My husband and I were not here. During the time when my grandma was ill, she took the children back to her hometown. My mother and several aunts were responsible for taking care of them, and my uncle and aunt were responsible for cooking for my mother and them.

My cousin’s family has a child similar to ours, theirs is a little older.

The two children are accompanied by each other, and they run and play on the balcony in front of the main house every day. In more than two months, the children have grown a lot, but because they do not study, as a result, my husband and I When I came to see the children, I found that I had forgotten all the stories and ancient poems I had memorized, so I learned a song: The little mouse went up to the lampstand and stole oil to eat, but could not get down. My husband was very angry, but there was nothing he could do.

One day, my mother was chatting with my aunts, and the children were jumping up and down on the bed and sofa beside me, having so much fun, their faces were red and they were sweating profusely.

Suddenly, we heard a "thud" sound, and our child suddenly fell motionless between the sofa and the bed. The body is in the gap, always in the gap of the sofa, one hand is on the bed, head tilted on the hand, pressing the hand. This sound startled all the adults in the room. They stopped chatting and came over quickly to see what was going on.

What's going on? Sudden death? Child, shouldn’t you? Grandma's calves were all cramped at that time. She moved over desperately and tried it with her hands. She still had energy, and she felt much more at ease. After a while, the child began to snore, and the snoring was quite even.

? It turned out that they were tired from playing and were too sleepy to hold on any longer, so they went to bed directly. Look, the tips of their hair were still dripping with sweat. Fortunately, the sofa and the bed were at the same height, and they had been there all day long. Wandering around the house, jumping on the sofa and bed.

How many years have passed, but grandma is still scared when she mentions this!

Now, more than ten years have passed and the children have grown up! The ugly duckling turned into a swan.

Now, grandma is old, her hair is gray, her waist is bad, and she can’t walk straight.

This is how love is passed down from generation to generation. My mother raised me and helped me raise my daughter. Now that she is old, I want to spend more time with her...