Composition on interesting childhood stories

In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. I believe that many of my friends are very distressed about writing essays. Here are the sample essays on interesting childhood stories I compiled for you (selected 11 essays). I hope it will be helpful to you. Composition 1 on interesting things from childhood

When it comes to interesting things about childhood, they are as countless as the stars in the sky. But one of the things shines in my mind like the brightest one, making it unforgettable...

When I was seven years old, my father went to the countryside for dinner with my brother.

I was already full, but my father was drinking with the host and was enjoying himself. I was bored to death, and suddenly I looked at the white wine on the table and smiled...

I tiptoed to the table, picked up a small glass of white wine that no one had ever drunk, and came to my brother's side. Said: 'Would you like to drink it? This is super delicious, just like a drink! ’ My brother stretched out his nose and smelled it, then pointed at me and said, “Hey, you want to harm me again!” Unfortunately, my plot failed.

Hey, the smell of wine is too strong, so you can’t deceive people. I decided to "take action" on the small animals.

I walked up to a big rooster with the cup and put it down, but the big rooster didn’t seem to see it. What should I do?

I had an idea and found a pile of white rice and put it in the wine. The big rooster was fooled this time. He opened his mouth and pecked, and enjoyed the meal happily. In a short while, he ate all the rice that had been mixed with white wine. At most, he walks like a penguin, waddling.

I quickly called my brother over and said, "Look! The big rooster is dancing!" At this time, my father and the host heard our laughter and came over. Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but laugh with us.

Childhood life is colorful. As children, we weave beautiful stories every day. I hope everyone here has a happy childhood! Composition 2 of interesting childhood stories

Everyone has a childhood. Some people have a very interesting childhood, and some people have a good childhood. I also have a childhood.

My childhood was also very interesting. Speaking of which, I also want to talk about my childhood!

This incident happened when I was four years old. Thinking about it, I couldn’t help but laugh, because it was really interesting. Let me tell you about it!

When I was four years old, I didn’t know what fruit was or what eggs were. At that time, I knew what cola was and what bread was. Once, my parents told me that they wanted to go out for a while and tell me not to play with fire, so they left. I was alone at home and felt very boring. After a while, my stomach felt I started playing the drums, so I went to the restaurant to have a look. My mother made some bread for me when she left and poured me a glass of water. Then, I ran over and ate the bread. After a few bites, my mouth I was thirsty. Looking at the glass of water my mother prepared for me, I always felt that the water didn’t taste good. I wanted to drink a glass of Coke or Sprite. Suddenly I found a large glass of Coke on the table. I didn’t care, and I didn’t want a small cup or a small cup. After drinking, I simply drank the whole cup "mouth to mouth, water flowing". After I finished drinking it, I felt that the taste was wrong. Maybe my mother thought it was cheap and bought some defective products. To ensure safety, I quickly called my mother. She asked me: "Did you drink the vinegar?" What?" I ran away in shame after hearing this.

Isn’t my childhood very interesting? I believe you must also have interesting things, come and share them with everyone! Composition 3 of interesting childhood stories

Some people say that childhood is a golden boat filled with candies and happiness; some people say that childhood is a string of crystal wind chimes that make crisp and clear sounds when the wind blows. Sweet voice; I say that childhood is a basket of flowers of memory, and every interesting thing is a petal that will never wither.

Next, I will introduce to you an interesting thing that happened in my childhood! Once, I returned to my hometown in the countryside. My hometown raised a few sheep. Seeing them being cute and smart, I thought, as the saying goes: "You can't touch the tiger's tail. I want to see if I can touch the sheep's tail." I quietly walked around behind the sheep and saw the sheep grazing leisurely. I thought, this is my chance.

So, I pulled hard, and the sheep screamed in pain and ran around. I thought it was fun, so I pulled it again, and the sheep screamed again. Then, the sheep turned around and used its strong The sheep's front hooves kicked towards me. Fortunately, I hid in time and the sheep didn't kick me. But there happened to be a pile of sheep dung in front of me. I just ran and didn't have time to avoid it. I stepped on it twice and almost fell down. My shoes were dirty and smelly, so I had to go home in embarrassment.

Although it has been a long time since this incident, I still remember it fresh, and I find it particularly funny when I think about it. Composition 4 of interesting childhood stories

When you were young, did you have many interesting childhood stories? A very interesting thing happened to me, and I will tell you about it today.

One time, I was very thirsty and wanted to drink. Just then, I saw a "drink" on the table, so I picked it up and drank it all. As a result, I felt dizzy and wanted to sleep. As a result, I really fell asleep, and I slept for about a day. I woke up to find it was dark because it was morning when I drank that "drink".

As soon as I woke up, my mother came over and asked me: "Why are you drinking?" I was shocked at that time because I didn't know that the "drink" I drank was a big cup. Wine, that’s why I drank so much, no wonder I felt dizzy! It turned out to be because I was drunk! It suddenly dawned on me that I finally knew why I was feeling dizzy. I was very happy, but also a little scared. I was afraid that I would want to drink again and become an alcoholic. But I also thought: I don’t like drinking, and there is no need to be afraid, so I became very happy.

Do you think my story is interesting? Composition 5 of interesting childhood stories

My childhood was colorful, sometimes sad, sometimes happy, and sometimes full of joys and sorrows. Now, let me share with you some interesting stories from my childhood!

I remember when I was five or six years old, I returned to my mother’s rural hometown during the summer vacation. One day my grandfather and I went to the field together. My grandfather was cutting beans and I was playing beside him. When I got tired of playing, I sat on the grass and watched my grandpa cut beans. At noon, my mother fried the beans that my grandpa had harvested, and I ate them with relish. After eating, I asked my grandpa where the beans came from. Grandpa smiled and said it was what we had just cut in the field. I asked my grandpa again if I could grow anything in the field? Grandpa nodded.

After eating, I looked at my snacks and found a few candies in them, so I took the biggest one and hurried to the field to "plant" the candies. In the soil. After that, I would get up early every day to water my "candy seeds". Even in my dreams at night, I would dream of a tall, big, colorful candy tree growing in the field.

But a week has passed and my "candy seeds" are still in the soil and have not even sprouted. What's going on? I wonder if grandpa is lying to me? With a lot of resentment, I ran home quickly and saw my parents, grandpa and grandma all there. They said with unhappy faces that my grandpa was lying. Grandpa was confused and asked me why with a confused face, so I said the reason out loud. They laughed until their stomachs hurt, and then they told me that candy was lifeless and not a seed, so it would not grow fruit. After hearing this, I suddenly realized that I had wrongly blamed my grandpa, but I also learned a lot of useful knowledge.

Now that I think about the innocent and innocent me before, I am so cute! Composition 6 of interesting childhood stories

Everyone has childhood. Childhood is beautiful, happy, and innocent. There are some interesting things in everyone's childhood.

I went to my grandma’s house during the summer vacation of first grade. My grandma’s house lived in a cave dwelling. It was very convenient to get in and out, so I could play in the yard as much as I wanted. But there is also something that worries me, that is, there are mosquitoes in my grandma’s house. One day after I got up, I suddenly felt that my face was itchy, so I went to look in the mirror. Oh my God, I saw a big mosquito bite on both sides of my face and eyes in the mirror, and they were swollen. My skin is allergic.

The face in the mirror seems to have gained weight several times, and the eyes are like goldfish eyes. The eyelids are bulging and almost transparent. I feel like I look like a clown in the circus now. My face felt sore, itchy, ugly, and extremely uncomfortable.

I really hate mosquitoes, but fortunately, it happened to be summer vacation at that time, so I didn’t have to go to school and face the surprised and mocking eyes of my classmates. Later, my mother tried applying several ointments on me, but to no avail. I could only wait for the big bumps to subside slowly, which took about three days. My mother also took a photo of my "bun face" as a souvenir. From now on, whenever I see this photo, my mother will burst out laughing.

Childhood is like a big bag filled with interesting things. Let us recall interesting things in the big bag! Composition 7 on interesting things in childhood

Speaking of interesting things in childhood, there are countless! Some things are gradually forgotten, but some things are imprinted in my mind and cannot be forgotten. Today, I will tell you some interesting things about my childhood!

When I was one year old, my parents took me to my grandma’s house. I had just learned to speak at that time. As soon as I entered my grandma’s house and walked into the bedroom, I saw all kinds of balloons floating on the roof. I was so happy that I shouted to the roof: "Balloons, balloons, come down and play with me." But none of the balloons answered me. I thought they were all dumb. The whole family laughed, but I didn't know why they laughed. ? Mom finally said that it was because I was so cute.

When I was three years old, I just entered kindergarten. There were babies for sale at the school gate after school. I begged my mother to buy some for me to take home. I took good care of them and fed them lots of mulberries every day. Ye, after a while, I woke up in the morning and went to see my silkworm baby. However, my silkworm baby was gone. I immediately told my mother, "The silkworm baby spit out a lot of potato shreds and laid an egg." When my mother saw it, she laughed. I leaned forward and backward, and later told me that they were silk and cocoons!

When we were in the middle class of kindergarten, the teacher taught us an idiom, chew slowly, and told us that it means slowly. After school, my mother picked me up and took me home. My mother was walking on the stairs. But I was very slow, so I said to my mother: "You have to chew slowly and go up the stairs. The teacher said, take your time"! ah! Mom was bent over by my cute smile again!

Every time I think about it, I find it interesting and can’t help laughing! Composition 8 of Interesting Anecdotes from Childhood

I still remember that afternoon when I was seven years old, the weather was as hot as a big steamer. But I am not afraid of the heat and go to my paradise - the deserted parking lot as usual.

It’s better to say it’s a wasteland than an abandoned parking lot. There were overgrown weeds, and the tree poles were already tightly entangled with various vines. Some of the grass was no higher than the knees, and some could not cover the soles of the feet. There are all kinds of stones, small ones hidden in the grass, big ones like giants standing on the weeds. There’s even a creek here! The water in the creek is clear and blue, but it is too shallow to float. All in all, this is what I discovered and it has become my little world.

I was walking among the weeds, "investigating" the unfamiliar terrain. In fact, I was just running around looking for interesting things. I looked back while running and accidentally hit my knee. It hurt. When I looked back, I saw a strange-shaped red stone! I tilted my head to observe it and found that the stone was dazzlingly red, so I concluded that it fell from Mars. Patting it with my hand, this seemingly indestructible stone actually dropped a lot of gravel. I was so excited that I picked up a wooden stick and hit it like a blind stick. Suddenly, the gravel scattered, and there were rubies embedded in the grass!

I said to myself: "It must be an ancient stone that has been polished through vicissitudes of life if it is so fragile!" So, I sat on this stone, held my head in my hands and daydreamed - Stone It was sent to a museum and earned billions; it was put on the market and sold for even more money. I suddenly felt like a scientist, and this stone was a symbol of friendship between Martians and Earthlings. Then wouldn’t I become a superhero and a famous person? I was ecstatic, immersed in joy and couldn't extricate myself. The dream of getting rich and becoming famous swirled and sublimated in my mind...

Suddenly, I found myself sitting on the ground. It turned out that I had collapsed this "ancient stone"!

I quickly took a few stones home and carefully hid the rest in the grass like wolves hiding food.

When I walked into the yard, I couldn’t wait to say to my grandma: "I found the treasure!" Grandma looked at it and laughed. It took her a long time to calm down and say: "This is red mud stone, not a treasure. This kind of stone is everywhere in the countryside! It is fragile because it is made of soil.

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I was dumbfounded, and the "treasure" in my hand fell down unconsciously and broke into pieces.

Now that I am sensible, I know that there are actually no treasures in the world. But now that I think about it, Come on, aren’t the real treasures the interesting things in childhood? Composition 9 of interesting things in childhood

Like bees flying over flowers, like springs flowing through valleys, I can’t help but feel happy every time I recall my childhood life. . Childhood life is like a colorful picture page, and also like a movement of jumping cheerful notes, and that "treasure hunt" is a dazzling note in the childhood movement.

"Treasure Hunt." The event starts now! "Following the teacher's order, the students rushed into the treasure hunting place - the bamboo forest, like hungry tigers descending from the mountain. The bamboos towered into the clouds, and the dense branches blocked the dazzling sunlight, making people feel Feeling relaxed and happy. Finding treasures in such a big bamboo forest is just a drop in the ocean, how easy is it!

The treasure-hunting warriors lowered their heads, bent their waists, and searched carefully like ninjas. . “I found it! "I was startled by the sudden shout. I stumbled forward and threw myself into the small pit, gnawing at the mud. The classmates next to me not only didn't come to pull me, but also laughed loudly. : Little wild boar! Little wild boar... I was so angry that when I stood up and stepped on the pit, I found a note hidden in the pit. It was a blessing in disguise. I was so angry that I shouted loudly: Hahaha, I found it too! Then I dug a few treasure notes under several small pits nearby. I was so happy that I danced and made faces at my classmates. Although the students who had found nothing were craning their heads and necking like Sherlock Holmes, they still had no clue. The teacher in charge of hiding the treasure was walking around, and from time to time he cast a look at the students who had not found the treasure yet, as if to say: My treasure is hidden. It's perfect, even if you are the reincarnation of Zhuge Kongming, it's not that easy to find.

The treasure hunt is about to end, but the students who have not found the treasure are all beating their chests and being dejected, and their words are full of emotion. I was almost crying. I couldn't bear to see how pitiful they were, so I only kept one for myself and gave the rest to them. As soon as they received the treasure note, they immediately turned from crying to laughing, which is the best in the world. The fastest change of face.

This treasure hunt added a rich and colorful touch to my childhood picture. Essay on interesting childhood stories 10

One night, I saw a child in my mother’s car. The black button had a sign that looked like a lighted cigarette, and it could still be pressed. I thought I had broken it, and was so frightened that I felt my heart pounding. Dare to speak out.

After a few minutes, there was a sudden bang. When I was looking for the source of the sound, I found that the button popped up automatically. I pulled it out and found that it was red inside. Yes, there was a metal piece. I touched it out of curiosity. My fingers felt like being electrocuted, and there was a burnt smell. Then my fingers started to hurt. I turned on the interior lights and saw a piece of burnt skin stuck to my hand, which was black. , I touched my finger and cried loudly, tears streaming down my face. My mother asked nervously, "What's the matter?" I stretched out my hand to show my mother, and she comforted me in a distressed manner and hurriedly drove off. I was sent to the clinic. I was worried about what would happen to my fingers! When I got to the hospital, the doctor saw that there was nothing serious and gave me some medicine. My mother warned me seriously not to touch anything in the car again. < /p>

My injury has healed, and I will never mess around with the cigarette lighter like a curious baby, but my innocent and carefree childhood is gone forever. 11

What is childhood? There are countless stars in the sky, but there are always a few that are dazzling.

Remember. When I was five or six years old, my aunt often took my sister and me shopping. Once, we went to buy daily necessities as usual. But on the way, my eyes seemed to be shining, and I kept staring at a marshmallow seller. Grandma and aunt seemed to have noticed my little thoughts, so they took the initiative to buy one for each of me and my sister. I was overjoyed when I got the marshmallows. I ate them carefully in small bites, keeping my eyes on them. He held on to the marshmallow, as if it had been accidentally stolen.

I took a bite, ah! The marshmallows are sweet and delicious! The marshmallows are soft and beautiful! The marshmallows are round and round, a real benefit! I finished the marshmallows in a short while, but as a typical foodie, how could I be willing to do so? So I begged my aunt to buy me another one, but she said I couldn’t eat more marshmallows, so I didn’t buy it.

When I got home, I was sitting on the sofa, thinking about how to make marshmallows. When I was puzzled, I suddenly thought of a clever idea, so I sneaked into the room and took out the scissors to cut I opened the quilt, took out the cotton inside, then sneakily took the cotton to the kitchen, opened the cabinet and took out the matches to light. I lit a box of matches and put the cotton on it to roast, one by one. When I thought it was ready to eat, there was suddenly a burning smell that ranged from light to strong. It made me cough repeatedly. I was wondering why it smelled so bad! Just when I was about to break my head, suddenly, I thought: "I should put a little more... sugar! That's sugar!" So, I ran over there and brought the sugar jar, sprinkled the sugar on it, and baked it for a while. The smell became stronger and stronger, and I added more sugar, but it still didn't help! This smell attracted the aunt! "It's over now!" I whispered. Later, as expected, my aunt scolded me!

Today, when I think back to that interesting childhood incident, I am already a tall and graceful child, but my childhood is gone forever. How much I want to go back to my childhood! I am getting worse and worse on the road of childhood...