Lovely but Naughty Childhood —— One or two embarrassing things

The second time? Those embarrassing things that I just remembered.

Last time I talked about my background, although it was a bit tortuous, compared with the ups and downs of those celebrities, it was simply not on the table. However, everyone has their own birth process, so don't sell yourself short. It will always be his own wealth, so it is worth writing and giving it value!

Everyone has his own childhood, which is a process that must be experienced. From birth to old age (excluding abnormal death first), everyone will go through the stages of infancy, infancy, adolescence, adolescence, middle age and old age. We are not immortals, and we can't realize that young people can't grow up directly, so we all have childhood. Childhood should include infancy and infancy, but we generally have no memory of our infancy, so what happened in infancy can only be told by our elders or others. Babies like pestering their mothers, scratching their hair and licking their fingers. Nothing special. What scares me most is what my cousin told me. She almost took me into the urinal! In the past, the countryside liked to use bucket urine and then use it as farmyard manure. ) I don't know much about this. After all, it's embarrassing.

Tell me about those things as long as I can remember. I don't know how much memory most people have, that is to say, they have an impression of what they have done, and what I have begun to remember is the embarrassing thing that happened to me! It is said that good things do not spread bad things, but it is strange that good things do not remember bad things.

There are several huts next to my house, not for people to live in, but for raising pigs, chickens and ducks. At that time, the architectural layout of the village was very casual. When there is land, it is built. It is impossible to plan or care about what is in front of the house. The only way to get it is to "enclose the house", which is also the most proud building complex of Hakkas! This is reserved for the enclosed house in my hometown. Because there is a pigsty next to the house, it smells bad, but I was not particularly sensitive to it when I was a child. Mainly where there are pigs, it not only stinks, but also has excrement-urine feces. Rural people especially like agricultural machinery and chemical fertilizers, and it is bound to be crowded. This pit is still a little big, but fortunately it was not too deep and it was not a puddle. Children always like to fight and run around, and I am no exception. I am naughty and play around. I have a cousin the same age as me, two months younger than me, but she was taller than me when she was a child, and even half a head taller than me when she grew up. That's why she refused to call me brother. This girl is really strange! But when I was a child, we were the closest relatives, because we were the same age, and most of the children in the village were born in the 1980s, and there were basically no neighbors born in the 1990s, so there were only my brothers and sisters. It is said that my sister always likes to bark at my ass one by one. Maybe she barked too much when she was a child, and then she refused to bark at me! Strange to say, she followed my ass, but somehow I ran into the cesspit that day because I chased her. Actually, it was bad luck that day. Where there are people in general, a few boards will be stuffed in the cesspit to prevent people from falling, especially for children. Even if the owner doesn't take the board, the villagers will say that under pressure, even if the mind is bad, they can't hide from the village cadres, so they have to be "individuals" first. It is said that my sister heard Erbom ask her to eat, and she disappeared when she played with me. We must go through the cesspit when we go home. I saw her leave, and I guess she has gone home. Then I ran home excitedly. When I was passing through the cesspit, it should be that unlucky ghost haunting me. The board was badly damaged that time. At that time, I was only four or five years old, thin and not heavy at all. Maybe I'm really unlucky. After years of urine and feces corrosion, the board became a grasshopper that broke the last straw. I still remember that voice. After the voice sounded, it was accompanied by a "plop". I instantly sank my whole lower body into the cesspit. Not to mention the unbearable smell and helplessness that can't climb up. But I don't care, my cry lingers over the cesspit. I don't know why I am so confused, because there is no one beside me. I can only react instinctively and cry first. Although I am not heavy, I am a mass body after all. If I have weight, it will sink. I subconsciously fluttered a few times, and then caught the pit. I don't know whether instinct or cleverness saved me. Continue to cry after grabbing the pit. At that time, I certainly didn't know how to call it "help". I can only play cards and cry according to the common sense of children. I don't know how long I cried. It seems that god still cares for me. Maybe it's because I'm light and semi-floating, so it's not difficult to catch the edge. But I will continue to cry. I feel like crying for a long time. My sister came out. My sister saw me fall in. Somehow, she also burst into tears. The voice is hysterical. We began to cry tacitly, intertwined in this stinking and sad space, because two people came out because of my sister's loud voice. Erbom asked my sister what happened, and she pointed in my direction. Erbom ran to me, grabbed me from the cesspit, and hurriedly dragged me to the bathroom. She didn't scold me, just looked at the dirty clothes and didn't know what to say, so she washed them for me seriously. I stopped crying because of cold and timidity, but I was stiff all over. I asked my aunt to pour it for me. Although I washed it for a long time and several times, the smell of pig urine on my body is still very heavy. I don't know how many days it will take to disperse. Neighbors will ask me when they see me, oh, why did your boy go to the pig cesspit? I don't know whether to laugh at me or pity me, and I didn't reply to them much! My parents and grandparents didn't scold me either. They just said I should be careful.

Afterwards, I asked my sister why she was crying. She said: She was so nervous that she didn't know who to call. She just wants to cry! Hey, my sister cries when she is nervous. Smile for yourself and for her! This time, into the pit has also become my childhood embarrassment! Although embarrassing, it is also one of the precious memories!

This chapter ends here, and the next chapter will be even more exciting!