The story of growing up

Growing Story 1

Before I knew it, I was ten years old. When I opened my growing file, I had the joy of winning the prize, the hardships of playing the piano, the footprints of exploring knowledge, and the footprints of learning to be a man ... Every story in it was like a little spring rain that moistened me and taught me many reasons.

In the summer vacation when I was eight years old, I saw other students riding bicycles, which seemed very enjoyable. I begged my father to buy me a bicycle, and finally my father agreed. After I bought it, I asked my father to teach me to ride a bike. Dad said, "Help others to the end and send Buddha to the west, then I will teach you!" " Hearing this sentence, I jumped up with excitement.

We go to the Cultural Square to learn cycling. Dad said to me, "When learning to ride a bike, you should be bold. If you fall, you should be strong, and you should not give up halfway.". Only in this way can you learn to ride a bike quickly. " I said to my father, "No problem." Dad smiled and said, "You get on the bus first". I got on the bus, and my father took my hand and told me to put my foot on the pedal. I stepped on it gradually. Unconsciously, I rode twice, and my father's hand gradually loosened. I was enjoying myself, but I accidentally fell to the ground. But I didn't cry. I got up strong, got back on my bike and continued to practice. I fell down countless times once, twice, three times and four times, but I didn't cry. Until the third day, I was finally able to ride my bike easily and freely.

Although it has been some time since I learned to ride a bike, I still remember it vividly in retrospect. I further understand that as long as you stick to the end and don't give up halfway, you will succeed! Growing up story 2

My parents taught me something from childhood, but roller skating was learned by myself.

I think there are often many children skating in the square in front of Trust-Mart, and I am bent on learning it. As it happens, because of my progress in study, my mother said she would reward me, so I asked for a pair of roller skates.

I came to the community hall with my skates. There is a hall in the center of the hall, which is the size of two basketball courts, covered with smooth terrazzo, and a rectangular flower bed in the middle, which can just circle around the flower bed.

I couldn't wait to sit by the flower bed and put on my skates, but as soon as I stood up, my feet slipped and I sat on the ground, shaking my whole ass sour and numb. After a pause, I moved to the wall, stood in with the wall carefully, bowed my back, bent my waist, held the wall in one hand, and slid forward nervously. Gradually I mastered the center of gravity. I leaned forward slightly, looked ahead, and glided forward carefully. After a few laps, I can no longer hold the wall. I am so happy that I gradually speed up and walk freely through the edges.

just then, I saw my sister walk into the clubhouse, probably asking me to go back. I was eager to show off in front of my sister and shouted, "Sister, how do you think I slip?" I don't know if I was distracted or too fast, but I fell on my back, and my ass was so sore and numb that I couldn't get up on the ground again. My sister smiled and ran over, helped me up, and said, "Look at you, you are so proud when you just learned. You should really suffer!"

I walked back with my sister's arm in my arms. I thought all the way, no matter what I do, I can't be all hands-on and get carried away. I should change this bad habit! However, I am still very happy. After all, I learned to skate alone and fell twice. Let's consider it as paying my tuition. Story of growing up 3

Every time I see the word "car", memories come to my eyes like a tide ...

When I was in kindergarten, I was a little lazy. Every time I went to kindergarten, I didn't want to walk, so I rode on my grandfather's shoulder, and I got my own "shoulder car".

in the morning, I am high above, facing the morning glow, reaching out as if I could touch the sun. I proudly sat on the "car" and received envious eyes from the children. At this time, I especially like to greet others and proudly introduce my "car". Once, I thought my grandfather's hair would prick my hand, and suddenly I had a bad idea, so I took his hair as flowers and plants, here it was smooth, there it was trimmed, and then I took off my little flower hairpin from my head and put it on him. Gee, my car is really beautiful! Provoked the teacher to laugh.

year after year, day after day, it's the first grade in a blink of an eye. The school is far from home, and I have a new means of transportation: "No.11 bus"-walking.

I like holding my grandfather's hand and taking a "car" after school every day, talking to him about classmates, teachers, courses, interesting things that happened at school one day, and talking about the "ugly" things about him and her daughter, that is, my mother when I was so young. In winter, he holds my hand tightly to keep me warm. In summer, I thought he was hot, so I tugged at his little finger for fear of getting lost ...

Every leaf fell, and my car changed again.

One day in the second grade, my grandfather rode an electric car to pick me up from school, and I realized the feeling of lightning speed. Along the way, he told me all kinds of strange knowledge, from astronomy to geography, from ancient times to the present. I met Ampere, U-bend, 5G…… ... I gave him a nickname in my composition-"learned owl".

although the car is changing, the world in it has not changed. That world is like a car, carrying my beautiful memories and growing up happily with me. Growth story 4

My growth is like a movie. Sometimes it's wonderful and beautiful, sometimes it's sad and sad, and sometimes it's dull and tasteless. It depends on where you are. There is a wonderful and beautiful place, and that is my home.

Dad often says to me, "Home is beautiful." Until one morning, grandpa called to say that the bodhi old zu had passed away. I'm very sad. In the past, my father and I often went back to our hometown to visit him. Today, I will be sad when the bodhi old zu died. We rushed to Sheep Street. I saw many people crying in front of the bodhi old zu, and then I realized that the peace of my family was beautiful. How wonderful it would be if no one died and no one was injured!

the death of bodhi old zu brought me a period of sadness, and later, my life returned to peace.

Dad told me: "Our elders and relatives will leave us one day, but they are still paying attention to us. People will die one day. Every second, someone will be born and someone will die. This is the cycle of life." The bodhi old zu raised his grandpa, grandpa raised his dad, and dad raised me. In the future, I will also raise my own children and build our home better from generation to generation.

Now, I am in my home, growing up happily. Story of growing up 5

Dear grandma: Last time I spoke to you, my voice seemed a lot hoarse. Are you still doing farm work so tired? Let's take you and grandpa to the city. We want to take good care of you.

when I was 3 years old, my parents were busy with their work, so I was sent back to my hometown. When I got off the bus, you warmly entertained us, took my little hand into the house, gave me candy for a while, took a drink for a while, and personally sent an orange into my mouth. The orange was really sweet and sweet to my heart. I was very sad after my parents left. When I was young and ignorant, I cried, which often left you helpless. I took me to the courtyard dam to catch ants, went to the water tank to see fish, and helped grandpa dig potatoes. Trying to distract me from my mother and father.

As I grew older, I left my hometown, but I came back to see you every winter and summer vacation. You always took care of our lives patiently and meticulously, killing the fat pig that I worked hard to raise for a year, giving us the meat, and letting us take the vegetables away as much as possible. We have not forgotten your contribution, and I will be filial to you when I grow up.

I remember once when I went back to my hometown, I stole the cucumber from my neighbor. You fly into a rage.

As a reward for his nature, I will show my filial piety to you with my progress in learning! I will not live up to your expectations of me, and I will be a diligent, kind and honest person.

I wish you

a long life

The growth story of your grandson He Boen 6

Everyone has a growth story, for example, unlike before, he became thoughtful and broadened his knowledge. Let me tell the story of my growing up.

(1)

I remember that when I was seven years old, my mother brought back a pomegranate tree. I asked my mother what it was for. Mother said, "This little tree will grow up and bear big pomegranate." As a result, there is a special care object in life. One day, when I was walking on the road, I saw that the soil around the tree was particularly dry, so I had a brainwave. I connected a water-saving pipe from home. I boiled water and the water flowed out of the long pipe. I saw that the water was irrigating the young tree I had carefully cared for, and I felt an indescribable joy in my heart, but I soon forgot it, because my mother told me to go home for dinner, and my stomach was already revolutionizing. I always feel uneasy after eating. It suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to turn off the tap, so I hurried to remedy it, but it was too late. When I turned it off, it was already full of water. Mom said it would be really hopeless if it happened again next time.

(2)

I remember another time, it was going to be winter in autumn. I saw the leaves of pomegranate falling like small butterflies. I asked my mother, "Why did its leaves fall?" Mother said, "You can answer this question yourself, son!" " So, I looked for the answer with curiosity. I saw a friend who was the same age as me and saw him shaking the tree constantly. So, I went home and reported the situation to my mother. My mother said, "You little fool, this is actually a very normal natural phenomenon, because trees have to adapt to the environment!" If you say this, you can point your finger at my nose. I quickly turned my head back.

(3)

When I was ten years old, my mother kept reminding me that when I grew up, I should help my parents to share some things. I saw my mother killing fish one day. I watched my mother's skillful techniques as fun and wanted to try them, so I told her. Mom said, "Aren't you afraid of suffering? Are you really not afraid that the knife will hurt your hand? " I quickly said, "Not afraid!" My mother hesitated for a while, then slowly said a few words of "OK". I clapped my hands again and again happily. This is the first time I stopped fishing. My hands always don't listen to me, and all of a sudden my right thumb was cut. Mom said, "You are still young. Take your time." I asked my mother, "didn't you say I grew up?" Can I help you? " My words puzzled my mother. After a while, my mother said, "You are always young in my mother's eyes." We don't know when we are laughing.

recalling my childhood, I found that I saw how naive I was when I was a child! This is the story of my growing up. The story of growing up 7

In the process of growing up, everyone has unforgettable things! In my mind, the most unforgettable thing is the following.

I've been afraid of dogs since I was a child. At the sight of dogs, my limbs trembled and my forehead sweated. When I was in the third grade, my father bought me a little Teddy dog. The puppy is furry and cute. When I first got home, I was too scared to go near it and avoided it every day. One day, I wanted to go to the toilet. Suddenly, the dog ran in front of me, blocked the toilet door, and it rubbed my leg a few times, which made me feel at a loss and even more scared. Just when I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, my father came back. When I saw my father coming back, I quickly said, "Dad, I want to go to the toilet. The puppy is stuck at the door, and I am anxious." Dad listened and said, "A man should not be so timid. You see, you are taller than it, and it is so much shorter than you. A man should not be afraid of it. A dog is a friend of human beings. If you don't hurt it, it won't bite you. " I walked over timidly, and the puppy wagged its tail as if to say, "Don't be afraid, I'm your friend."

after a period of contact, I gradually like puppies. Every time my father took me home, the puppy came to meet us as soon as he entered the door. His tail kept shaking and he jumped as if to say, "The little master is back!" "

Now I have become friends with the dog, and he has brought me endless fun. I also know that dogs are friends of human beings, and I should take good care of them. The story of growing up 8

Everyone has a story of growing up, but this story still haunts me.

I remember that when I first entered the first grade of primary school, I had no concept of time, and I was always the last to get to school, and I was punished for standing behind. At that time, I was never bothered or embarrassed, and it went on and on. In this way, I live my primary school life happily and carefree. At the end of the term, when taking the report card, the teacher said happily, "This semester, the students did very well. Only one student got two good grades, and the others were excellent." After listening, I quickly opened the report card and read it carefully. Sure enough, I found it. Two Liang, the teacher said that it was me. I was so happy! I've been praised. I'm going to tell my mother the good news. In this class, I have been immersed in happiness, and the teacher didn't listen to anything later.

Finally, after school, I ran out and saw my mother's first sentence and said, "Mom, mom, the teacher praised me. There is only one person in our class who is good at two things, and that person is me." Mom listened and said happily, "Really?"? My daughter is really capable! Come on, tell mom what the teacher said. "So, I told the teacher exactly what he said. Mom listened and said, "Go home and tell dad the good news." I nodded happily.

when I got home, I told my father immediately, and my father was very happy. Say such a good thing, you have to buy something to reward it. So, I said I wanted chocolate, and my parents readily agreed. That chocolate was the best I ever tasted, and I will never forget it.

since then, I know that it is very happy to get good grades. As a result, I go to school on time every day, never late, and the teacher's praise is increasing, and my interest in learning is getting stronger and stronger.

Now, I have gradually understood the past and the good intentions of my parents. I will redouble my efforts to repay my parents' kindness. Story of growing up 9

Dear grandma: Hello, I haven't written to you for a long time. How are you? It's great to hear from dad that you will come to our house this Spring Festival! Now let me introduce our Zhangze Power Plant!

The living area of Zhangze Power Plant is divided into three communities, one with 35 buildings (Building 1 to Building 35) and the other with 1 buildings (Building 36 to Building 45). Our family lives in the east of floor 6, Unit 3, Building 49, San Living Area. Grandma, let me tell you something: we have a small garden, a club, an skating rink, an activity center and a new swimming pool! Grandma, it's time to introduce our school. Our school has three two-story teaching buildings and a three-story activity building. In the activity building,