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What a beautiful word "childhood"! We all have childhood. Childhood is like waves, crystal clear; childhood is like dazzling pearls on the golden beach; childhood is like blinking in the dark night Blinking stars

Childhood is colorful, with many beautiful and precious memories. Some of these memories are unforgettable, some are sad, some are happy, some are depressed, and some are funny.

I remember one time, my mother bought me a comic book, and I clamored for my father to buy me a book cover. My father agreed and bought me a book cover. It's so beautiful, and I can't put it down with "Mickey Mouse" printed on it. However, what should I do if the cover of the book gets wrinkled after being stored for a long time?

One day, I saw my mother holding an iron and flattening it. My pants were ironed, as flat as newly bought ones. I suddenly thought of my beloved book cover, and wanted my mother to iron it for me. Someone happened to call my mother, and my mother went out to talk to that person. After waiting for a while, I got impatient and had to do it myself. I smoothed the book cover with a wet towel and picked up the iron. Hey, it was quite heavy, but I couldn't wait to iron it for my beloved book cover. I got up and took a look. There was a big hole in the cover of the book, and Mickey Mouse was missing. So I called my mother over in tears, and my mother hurriedly asked me: "What's wrong?" "I cried and said: "The iron... destroyed... Mickey Mouse..." Mom smiled and said: "Silly boy, Mickey Mouse is made of plastic, and the iron... If it's hot, won't it melt? "After listening to my mother's words, I stopped crying.

Childhood is beautiful, childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, which warms your heart; childhood is like a cup of light tea, which makes you reminisce; childhood is like The stormy rainbow; colorful and dazzling; childhood is like the afterglow after the sunset, so nostalgic...

Remember your childhood, and keep this innocent and childish memory that will never grow up. Hidden deeply in my heart, in the place called "innocence"