Childhood interesting stories composition for the third grade of junior high school 750 words

A childhood without dreams. Not a complete childhood. Just like the moon is not round during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It's a shame. . . I believe that everyone’s childhood is full of dreams, full of dreams as sweet as candy.

The first time I went to my grandma’s house, all I saw were some chickens raised in a fence. The fair was the only place to buy animals at that time. So every time after the market, there would always be more dogs, cats, rabbits, ducks and other animals at grandma’s house.

Walking the dog was a great pleasure for my cousin and me at that time. After breakfast, we will unleash the dogs. Take the mighty "big" black dog out and run away.

That dog is not very big, but for us who are only one meter tall, it can be said to be big.

Every time the big black dog is released, he will be very excited. He walks around in the field, as if he is declaring that this land is his own. As a result, the chain dragging on the ground becomes entangled in the plants. Unwilling to move, it pushed forward, trying to tear off the plant. Finally, it got too entangled with the plant and folded its ears. , waiting for us to untie the chain.

Holding it tightly, it is very uncooperative every time when walking the dog, let it go east, and he often goes west. He couldn't hold the chain. When we were greeting the neighbor, he seemed to find something that interested him and kept running towards the grass on the side of the road. The chain flew out and we ran away. We chased after it until it found a lot of black things. We stopped panting and picked up the chain, fearing that it would let it go again if we didn't pay attention.

Now think about it. I still couldn’t help but laugh when the dog ran away while walking the dog.

There was another thing that I remember vividly about that time. When I was playing with the kitten in the granary, the kitten walked quietly to a small corner. I stood on tiptoe and saw a mouse next to a box. The kitten pounced on it, but the mouse hid when he saw something was wrong. I jumped towards a small hole again, and I threw the box, but the mouse couldn't escape. The kitten jumped over again and caught the mouse.

That's how good I was at catching the mouse. Play, and play with mice and cats.

Now, Father Time has arrived and has taken away my childhood. Cry. Thanks to Father Time, because he compiled childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book and printed it in our hearts.