My story of growing up

My growth story 1 On my growth path, I have many vivid memories, some of which moved me, some made me repent, some made me lose face, and some made me smile. But this incident touched me a lot and I grew up from it.

One day, when I was in a big class, my mother and I were walking in the community. The community fitness center has just installed parallel bars. I felt strange and thought: why should I install two thick bars? It's in the way again I asked my mother strangely, "What's the use of those two thick bars?" "That is a kind of fitness equipment. Well, if I remember correctly, I have an exam in physical education class, a middle school! " Mom thought about it and said. I was dubious and thought: What? This thing needs to be tested! However, if you really want to do well in the exam, you should make use of the present conditions to study! So, my mother taught me She first taught me to get on the parallel bars, hugged my feet and said, "Put your head in the middle of your hands, and then wrap your hands like braids. Hold on! " Although I didn't know how to wrap it, I wrapped it casually, but I didn't grasp my hand and fell. I wanted to stand up, but before I could, I knelt down. My knee swelled up at once, like a steamed bun. I was speechless at once. I was still laughing in front, and suddenly I fell down ... I never touched the parallel bars again for the next year. Treat it as my own life and death. My parents tried to persuade me, but I wouldn't listen. One day, I happened to pass the parallel bars. I thought: although I fell down last time, I got up where I fell! Thinking about it can't help but run to the parallel bars. I went up in the way my mother taught me, "Ouch!" "Go up! I am surprised and happy, and the joy in my heart can't be described in words! There was not much time to go up, and the accident came again. I was afraid that my ass would be unstable, so I supported it with my hands, and my hands were sore. I sent one hand to rest, but I missed the other hand and fell down again.

After returning home, I made up my mind. I will never touch the parallel bars again. Dad comforted me and said, "Come on, take a fall, it doesn't matter! As the saying goes: once you fall, you will gain wisdom! Dad will go down with you and learn the parallel bars in the future, ok? " I nodded. My father taught me the way my grandfather told me. He asked me to hook my foot on the side pole, and then he asked me to go up in my mother's way. Finally, he let me sit on the barbell and let go of my feet. I made it, and I was ecstatic.

In this way, I learned one movement after another, and I played more fluently than my father. However, I still want to thank my parents for letting me know that I must persist in everything, not be intimidated by difficulties, and not give up halfway. People who can't persist because they are afraid of being tired will not succeed. Through this, I found: I grew up again!

My growth story 2 When I was in the first grade of primary school, I envied my big brother and sister riding their big bikes to school, so I always wanted my mother to buy one for me. But my mother said that she would buy me a small bicycle with four wheels, and I just wanted a big bicycle. My mother was really helpless, so she said to buy me a big bike as a birthday present. So, I wait and expect every day, and my birthday has finally arrived. As soon as I got home from school, I saw a brand-new bike and jumped three feet high with joy.

I couldn't wait to get on the bike before my schoolbag was put away. I'm not doing nothing. Suddenly, the front handle of the bicycle was twisted and the body tilted. I fell down and got a bruise on my knee, which made me cry. After that, I never want to ride a bike again. Every time I see my mother pushing a bicycle to pick me up, I will hide and even find an excuse to do something else. But thanks to my mother's unremitting efforts, I finally got on the bike. With the encouragement of my mother, I am not afraid of wrestling and difficulties, and finally learned to ride a bike. Don't mention how happy you were then.

In fact, learning a skill is not difficult. As long as you have confidence in yourself, don't bow to difficulties and persevere, you will surely succeed. You can have a try if you don't believe me.

My growth story 3 A seed has to go through many storms and lightning to grow into a towering tree, and so does a person's growth, which has to go through many twists and turns. There will be many unforgettable stories when you grow up: happy and interesting. ...

I remember in the second day of junior high school, after school in the afternoon, I waited at the school gate, waiting for my grandfather to pick me up. While waiting, I anxiously thought: What happened today? Why hasn't grandpa come to pick me up yet? Don't forget, it's unlikely. Let's wait. Time flies so slowly when waiting for someone, I am more and more anxious and start to worry about my grandfather. I searched carefully in the crowd for fear of not noticing my grandfather. It's getting dark I looked at the sky and had a hard choice: should I go home alone or continue to wait? It's not impossible for me to go home alone, but there are too many cars and heavy schoolbags on the road. It doesn't matter how many cars there are, for fear of being knocked down. If the schoolbag is heavy, you can use the back of your hand, but it will be over if you fall. We can wait. If my parents forget to pick me up, then ... finally, I decided to go home alone.

On my way home, I pay great attention to the cars coming and going. After a while, I walked through Laoshan Road and came to the intersection of Pudian Road. As long as I cross this road, I'll be home. When I was about to cross the road, I was a little timid when I saw cars coming and going. I just took a step and shrank back. Just when I was in a dilemma, I found an uncle crossing the road, too. I immediately followed him and crossed the road with him. When I got home, my grandfather saw me coming back and said with a surprised face, "Hey, why are you back?"? Not yet! " "I reminded grandpa to look at the time, and grandpa realized that he had read the wrong time. Grandpa touched my head approvingly and said with a smile, "Yes, when I grow up, I can go home by myself. "

After this incident, I know that some growth needs courage, action and care. Courage-the premise of growth; Action-the beginning of growth; Be careful-the key to growth! With these, I believe I will take every step of my growth path!

My growing story 4 whoa whoa last summer, I often heard such a voice in our home. It's my newborn little brother playing a symphony. Looking at his palm-sized face, I asked my mother: Mom, was it the same when I was a child? Mom said: Yes. Each of us grew up from a crying baby. Yes, I'm a big sister now. In my growing experience, my sister who is a little ball is my happiest thing. Xiao Qiu is my little brother I just introduced to you. Since he was born, I think I have really grown up.

When my brother was two months old, my father got a phone call one night and wanted to go to work at once. So there are only three people left in the family: me, my mother and my brother. I came to my brother's bedside, and his sparkling eyes were looking at me expectantly. I asked my mom, mom, does my brother want milk? I made him milk powder! Mom nodded, smiled and said, OK! Do it!

I prepared tools and materials first, poured some hot water from the kettle into the bottle, and then added pure water. Then I carefully read the instructions on the milk powder can, carefully put a spoonful of milk powder, shook the bottle, and then kept stirring with a small spoon. All right! I looked at my work with satisfaction, dropped a few drops of milk on the back of my hand like my mother, and felt the temperature, not bad! Warm, just right. I'll show it to my brother quickly. My brother sucked the bottle hard and looked at him with satisfaction, and his heart was full of joy. Mom said, Andy, you have grown up.

Indeed, I have grown up, and my growth is like a small sapling that is developing into a big tree. Rubbing is the wind and rain that saplings have experienced, and happiness is like sunshine shining on saplings, nourishing me. It is by taking care of my younger brother that I feel that I have grown up faster and really become an excellent sister.

My growth story 5 On my growth road, what impressed me the most was the scene when I learned to ride a bike, just like a dazzling star recording the dribs and drabs at that time.

I really learned to ride a bike in the second grade. At that time, many children younger than me could ride. Every afternoon after school, friends come out by bike, sit on the car seat, hold the handlebars and stare at them quickly. Sometimes they stand in the car with their hands on the handlebars. Some people even left the handlebar and greeted me leisurely. Some people even hit me with their cars on purpose, just when they wanted to see me. I stood at a loss like a decoration and followed these bicycles with envy.

At that time, I also had a bicycle: a golden coat, shiny silver handlebars, small wheels and crisp bells. She always leans on the ground with her head tilted. I stroked the smooth body with my hand and thought back to the scene during the day. I made up my mind to learn cycling well and gallop on the road with my friends. I smiled happily at the thought of this exciting picture.

The next day, I pushed my bike, accompanied by my father, and found an open place to practice. The bicycle in the sun is more and more dazzling, just like a proud pony, holding its head high, which seems to be a proud challenge to me. I sat in the car seat carefully, with my feet on the ground, for fear that she would fall. Encouraged by my father, I stood up and rode slowly and steadily. I turned around happily and wanted to tell my father the good news, only to find that my father was bending over to help me hold the car so as not to fall. How happy I am! I turned around, stared at the car with a vent, and rushed forward, thinking, "It won't fall anyway, there's dad behind!" " "So I rode boldly and safely. At first, I heard my father's footsteps, and gradually the footsteps got farther and farther away. I dare not look up and feel uneasy: is my father sitting in the back of the car? But the car is not heavy, don't ... I dare not think about it any more, I want to stop the car, but it's downhill, and the handbrake of the car is not very flexible. A bicycle is like a wild horse that is difficult to tame. I'm afraid to grab the handlebar and my palms are sweating. At this moment, I heard my father shout from a distance: "Brake! Stop it! "Originally, I rode for a while, and my father let go of my hand. I grabbed the handbrake hard and the car tilted into the wall, but finally stopped. My arm is bruised, but I don't feel any pain at all. On the contrary, I proudly think it is a symbol of victory. I couldn't help laughing when I imagined myself losing control on the downhill road.

At this time, my father came over and helped me lift the car and pat off the dust. "Not bad, riding such a long distance when I'm not helping, which means you've learned half. Come on!" I continued to ride, and my confidence doubled. "Dad, I'll try it myself. I don't need your help. " I sat in the car seat and felt good about myself. However, cars

The child is wobbly and unbalanced at all. When dad saw this, he smiled and said, "Let's practice balance first, but don't push your luck!" " With my father's help, I rode a few more laps. In a short time, I mastered the balance, and the bicycle was under my control and operated freely. I practiced a few more times, and this unruly wild horse was tamed by me and became docile and obedient, obeying my command. It stands in the golden sun, shining with charming brilliance.

This is a fragment of my growth process, and I will take every step happily and firmly in the future journey.

My Growing Story 6 Some childish and ridiculous things have happened in everyone's growing up. I did some ridiculous and hateful things when I was young, which made people laugh and cry.

Once, I went to my grandmother's house in the country. Grandma took me to her farm to play. I came to the farm and saw a flock of chickens, geese and ducks running around there. Only a hen lay motionless in the nest. Grandma told me that this hen laid a lot of eggs and is now incubating them! Sure enough, not long after, a chicken emerged from the eggshell. I was a little excited and finally saw the chicken come out.

However, there are some regrets: the chickens have been hatched for too long. I thought of a good way to let the chickens hatch quickly. So, I took out an egg, broke it, took out the chicken inside, dried it with a cloth and put it on the ground. Not to mention how happy I am. I knocked several eggs in a row. ...

At this time, my grandmother came over and saw me knocking on the eggshell and asked me what I was doing. I said I was helping the hen hatch her chicks. Grandma exclaimed: "Oh! My little ancestor, the chicken died without breaking its shell at a certain time. " I was surprised to hear what grandma said. I didn't expect this to happen.

Take a look at the chicken I delivered. They walk crooked. Soon, a chicken fell to the ground. My previous happiness turned into sadness. I thought to myself: I will never do such a thing again. Later, I learned proverbs like "When a melon is ripe, it falls behind", and I understood that what I was doing at that time was to pull out the seedlings and encourage them.

Now that I think about it, I'm sad that my ignorance hurt the chicken.

My growth story 7 I am a simple and lively girl who loves learning. Experiencing happiness in growing up and recalling the past in growing up is my greatest happiness.

The pace of growth has accompanied me to the present. Looking back, I was still a child learning languages, and gradually I grew up. I play and study with my friends, sit in the classroom together and be educated by the teacher. Success in study can always be shared with classmates. We make progress together, and the happiness of students is nothing more than that.

Let me tell my story of growing up!

Once, my father and I went to the library to read books. As soon as I entered the library, I went straight to the bookshelf of my favorite literary books, where I saw all kinds of literary books, including Charlotte Brontexq's Jane Eyre. Hugo's Les Miserables and Notre Dame de Paris; There are Charlotte's Web and Robinson Crusoe … I can't wait to pick up Robinson Crusoe and crouch down to read it with relish. Looking at it, I can't help but be deeply attracted by the content of this book. I admire the spiritual quality of the protagonist, and the story is exciting. It seems to take risks with Robinson, overcome difficulties and meet challenges together. Unconsciously, an hour passed. I just woke up. I don't want my legs to get numb and I can't stand up straight. As soon as I saw that it was still early, I rubbed my legs, picked up the book and plunged into the sea of books. I don't know how long it took, but I heard a familiar voice, "Daughter! Go home! Where are you? " "Daughter, daughter!" Only then did I know that my father was calling me home. I quickly put down my book, stood up slowly, and embarked on the road home with my father. Along the way, I still can't put this book in my mind, and the scenes in the book will always come to my mind. I thought to myself: I must finish reading this book tomorrow!

That's how I love reading. In my study, I work hard, not seeking perfection, but seeking perfection!

The road to learning is hard and requires hard work. Carlisle was right. Genius is endless effort.

I have a lot of growth stories, which make people laugh and feel sad. They are scattered on my growth path and will continue with me in endless learning. Now, I plant the seeds of my dream, draw the drawings of my dream, and study as hard as all the students. I will let the seeds of my dreams blossom and bear fruit as soon as possible, let my dreams bloom with a bright smile as soon as possible, and leave the most beautiful footprints in my growing journey.

My growing story 8 I have been in kindergarten since I came to Dongguan at the age of six or seven. I remember when I first went to kindergarten, I was different from other children. I am very strong. It was a sunny morning. I remember that one morning, I followed my father to a kindergarten consisting of three beautiful small buildings, and I was in a happy mood. I followed my father upstairs and saw many rooms. Looking through the window, you will see many children my age. Suddenly, my father stopped, took my hand and walked in, reminding the teacher with his eyes. The teacher noticed, so he led me to a seat and began to read. My father went out, stood at the door for a while and left. In the past, the teacher thought I would cry like a freshman, but she found that I was just staring at her and me, and her eyes showed a kind of surprise. It was like seeing such a student for the first time, but I didn't care, just looking around. In the year of kindergarten, at first, I couldn't understand what they were saying and remained silent. I have no friends in my class, so I became dumb among my classmates. Once, a boy who usually likes to be in a mess was pointing his finger at me and laughing. I don't know what he said. I know they are laughing at me. This has happened many times. ) I am very sad. The teacher happened to see it and comforted me with her talking eyes. It seems to say, "Don't be sad, you will say it after a long time." Sure enough, after a long time, I told you. Thank you, teacher, for letting me learn to talk to my classmates. It was you who comforted me and inspired me when I was sad. I will always thank you!

My growth story 9 My childhood growth stories are happy, sad and unforgettable ... but many of them have been forgotten, but there is one thing I will never forget.

This happened on the first day of my fourth grade. Our head teacher said that the school would hold the opening ceremony, and our class would choose eight students to give speeches. The teacher began to choose his classmates carefully. At this time, and Feng hurried out of the classroom, because we didn't dare to sit in and had to flee the scene for fear of being elected. After a long time, we walked into the classroom. Unexpectedly, the teacher suddenly called me Feng and said that we were suitable. This makes me nervous, but I still haven't escaped bad luck. I walked up slowly and the teacher gave each of us a piece of speech paper. There is a note on the speech paper, which the boy reads and the girl reads. Seeing this, I feel a little more at ease. This preparation time is not long, and it will be officially staged tomorrow. Only this precious half-day time! I secretly made up my mind: I must study hard and win glory for our class.

It's finally time to go on stage. The teacher adjusted our formation and walked away. Without the teacher around, I suddenly became nervous again, but looking at a pair of warm and sincere eyes under the stage, my heart immediately calmed down. Next, the more we talk, the more relaxed and confident we are. The music is over, and so is our speech. The audience gave thunderous applause. At that moment, I was very proud!

This experience made me understand that there are many difficulties in the world, which can be solved as long as we take them seriously.

My growth story 10 In the process of growing up, I not only grew taller and grew up, but also understood a lot about being a human being. From a child who can only play all day, he has become a big boy who knows how to care about others and study hard.

On a sunny Sunday, I played in the park with a good friend. Suddenly I saw an old woman holding a little brother in her left hand and pushing a stroller in her right hand. As she was walking, the child suddenly cried. Grandma coaxed the child and pushed the car across the rugged path. Seeing this, I quickly ran to help my grandmother push the cart, and then helped her coax her grandson. The child quarreled for a while and then stopped arguing. My friends and I both laughed. Grandma smiled kindly and only praised us: "You are really good children who are ready to help others." After greeting grandma politely, we took a walk with our friends and talked about what had just happened. There are true feelings everywhere in the world. Only by sincerely helping others can we get the same help.

In the process of growing up, I remember many things vividly, and I was depressed when I failed the exam. The joy of victory on the football field; Students' wishes at the birthday party; When I was sick, my mother accompanied me anxiously ... these things will never be forgotten, and will inspire me to move forward and let me understand the truth of being a man.

My growth story 1 1 In early spring, the flowers on the young leaves gradually opened and they were beautiful together. He stood at the window, the sun stretched his shadow, he meditated quietly, opened the long-forgotten memory and began to look back on those mottled past events.

He was fifteen years old that year, and his little face was full of tender age. At that time, almost all the boys in the class had a pair of shiny shoes. Because of his poor family, that kind of thing is always out of reach for him. What can we do? His mother died in a hurry when he was only a governor. My father is just an ordinary poor plumber, living on such a meager salary every month.

Everyone is showing off to him. Finally, vanity urged him to get the shoes anyway. He chose the stupidest or fastest one among many channels-stealing.

He walked timidly into the dazzling shopping center. Just as he put a pair of leather shoes into his bag, a quick and loud voice came from his ear: "Stop thief!" " "He was so scared that he dropped the plastic bag in his hand and ran away in a panic. Marie Laure Gigon sighed in the dark corner and stared at the school uniform he was wearing. He thought, there are so many people in the school that it is impossible to doubt me. It's just that when he was a child, he didn't understand that there was always something called a monitor in a big shopping mall.

What he never expected was that the school would put a video of theft at the parent-teacher meeting. It's just a vague figure, and it's hard to identify who it is. At this time, the class teacher stepped onto the platform and said, "This is a video of students stealing in our school. I hope that parents will fully cooperate with this search. " His father took his time sitting in a chair, and out of fifteen years' understanding of his son, he immediately decided that it was his son who lived with him day and night.

When he got home, his father said to him, "Son, is that you?"

"What ... what ..." He clearly heard his heart beat suddenly. He hesitated for a moment, then pretended not to understand.

"The man in the video today, is it you ..." Father asked again.

He quietly lowered his head and became incoherent for a moment, but warm tears kept pouring out of his eyes.

"Go and turn yourself in." His father advised him, with some euphemism in his gentle tone.

"no! I'm not going! How can I face my classmates in the future? ! "He cried loudly out of control, and the sad voice made people feel pitiful.

"So if you go back to school now, how will you face your classmates?" Obviously, my father didn't buy it.

"I … I don't know." He lowered his head even lower and muttered.

"Go, son, everyone has his own responsibility." Father patted him on the shoulder, and his black eyes were like deep pools. ...

Finally, he walked into the dark juvie. Because he turned himself in, he only needs to be imprisoned for half a month.

Many years later, he remembered the mistakes he made when he was young and ignorant, and realized that if he hadn't turned himself in at that time, he might have become a more skilled thief when he grew up and lived a life of fear and drift from place to place forever. However, he resolutely chose to surrender. After entering the juvie, he is no longer an ignorant teenager, but a responsible man.

My growth story 12 I am a naughty boy. Looking back on my growth in 1 1, there are many stories worth remembering. These stories record my ups and downs, and I will relive them alone in my spare time. At home, I am the treasure in my parents' hearts and the pride of my grandparents. Growing up, I have never done housework. I think doing housework is my mother's natural job, and it's quite easy. To this end, one day my mother suddenly decided to let me experience the life of doing housework alone. There are only two jobs-the first one is washing dishes. I am very happy to look at the bowls in the basin: just wash a few bowls, a piece of cake. However, when I reached the bowl, I felt terrible because it was so slippery that I almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, I quickly hugged it with my hand and didn't fall. In order to prevent this from happening again, I turned on the tap water to the maximum, only flushing it with water a few times. When it took me half an hour to wash the bowl and put it away, a lot of running water flowed out, but the bowl was not washed first, and the front of the clothes was still wet. Regardless of the wet clothes, I went on with my second job-cleaning the floor. Sweep the floor first and then wipe it. I blush when I look at the scraps of paper all over the floor. When I sweep the floor with a broom, I am used to using a lot of force, and everything on the ground is lifted into the air. "Sweep gently", my mother reminded me that I was very tired after sweeping the floor, so I washed a rag when it was dirty, unlike my mother's washing, which was only a little dirty, so I quickly finished the second job. When my mother checked the completion of my two tasks, she praised me and pointed out some shortcomings (I know later my mother washed the dishes and wiped the floor again). This housework experience made me understand how hard my mother works every day. I will definitely help my mother do more things in the future. When I was growing up, there were many such things. This growth makes me happy, and I like it.

My growth story 13 has passed in a hurry. When the clock strikes zero, I grow up again. Counting the happy things in this year, I really can't remember at first. Think again? Got it! It's fun to participate in military training at school! The school organized an autumn outing and had a good time! I also went to the concert, which was really exciting! Also, every time I do my homework, the speed is always twice as fast as that of other students, who haven't finished it yet. I'm already reading extracurricular books! And the time when the competition won the prize; When making new friends; When I received a gift during the holiday ... seriously, in just one year, I added so many shining stars to my growth record. This is not the literary knowledge that can be learned from "endless learning", nor is it an understandable problem-solving idea for Olympiad Mathematics. It is as sweet as candy. I still have unyielding stubbornness and naughty rebellion, eager to catch up with the pace of growth in my growth and hold on to that splendid time.

I giggled at the thought. The joy of growing up didn't slip away, but I got it all. I am as satisfied as candy and can't wait to go to my next destination.

My Growth Story 14 Everyone will leave a growth story on the road of life, but that story is still fresh in my memory. It told me an unfortunate fact.

I remember in the first grade. Mom told me that I signed up for a calligraphy class. At first. Just to practice words better; Later, the teacher said that I had a gift for writing calligraphy and asked me to take the calligraphy test. The teacher chose a song "Tomb-Sweeping Day" and said that I would write it after the exam, so that I could keep practicing at home. But after practicing for a few days, my interest began to retreat, so I began to use various reasons to avoid practicing calligraphy.

You can hide in the first day, but you can't hide in the fifteenth. Careful mother still found my intention and seriously educated me: "I understand that practicing calligraphy every day is really boring." Your hands will be sore and it is not easy to stand up. But think about it, if you pass the exam, your partner will cheer for you; The teacher will be proud of you; Mom is also proud of you; You'll feel more fulfilled. In that case, why not? "I seem to understand, nodded, took out my calligraphy tools, and with a stroke of a pen, I began to practice seriously. ...

Chinese characters appeared on white rice paper, and a bottle of ink was exposed at the bottom of the bottle. But I am not afraid of suffering, and I will copy them one by one. Finally, I got 5 points with the calligraphy which is full of troubles.

At this moment, I have a deeper understanding of what my mother said-perseverance can succeed.

My growing story 15 I have loved to eat all kinds of pasta since I was a child. I have tasted many different flavors for so many years, but I have never seen a bowl of noodles, which coincides with the taste in my memory. ...

I used to be very picky about food and breakfast. Grandma loves me very much and always cooks in different ways, just to make me happy, but at that time I didn't know anything and was so headstrong.

"This bowl of noodles tastes so light, it's not fragrant at all!" "This meal is terrible, I don't want to eat it!" "Grandma, you didn't cook my favorite dish!" ……

In my memory, grandma always smiles. Whenever I was angry, she would smile and coax me, but I didn't understand the bitterness in grandma's smile at that time.

Until one day, I woke up from my sleep and got up to go to the toilet. I remember it was very cold and it was still dark. After a few steps, I walked trembling and vaguely saw the kitchen light on. I groped my way forward in the dark, leaned against the door and looked inside carefully.

I saw grandma washing vegetables and her hands were red with cold water. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I put my hand out and dried it, warmed it in my clothes and washed it. My heart seems to have been hit by something.

I went back to my room silently, lying in bed, crying all the time, my pillow was soaked, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

"Knock, knock, get up and have breakfast!" Grandma's voice came from outside the door. The first time I ran downstairs, I picked up the bowl of steaming noodles on the table and swallowed it in one gulp:

"Grandma, the noodles you made today are really delicious!"

We all had a good laugh that day!

After many years, I have tasted all kinds of noodles, but the taste of that bowl of noodles is still firmly stationed in my heart, probably because the ingredients of that bowl of noodles are my growth!