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Everyone has a childhood, and interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of seashells by the sea, accompanied by seawater, shining with colorful brilliance, countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood story.

I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often carve a mark on the trunk with a knife to measure whether I am growing taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens. .......

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that childhood anecdotes will definitely become the best memories in my life.

Childhood is a ship drifting in the sea of Wang Yang, carefree, a bird flying in the sky, free. In my poetic golden childhood, there were pleasures, interesting things and stupid things. Look at that, isn't it an ignorant stupid thing?

It was a summer evening and my mother took me out for a walk. Suddenly, I looked up and saw the sun setting in the west. I shouted, "Mom, I want that gold plate, I want that gold plate!" " "My mother said kindly to me," Good boy, that's the sun. " I shouted, "Then I want the sun." So my mother said to me earnestly, "everyone wants the sun in the sky!" "Take off the sun and the world will become dark." I said, "no, no, I want it, I want it!" " "My mother refused, so I ran to the west alone and wanted to pick the sun. Running and running, a building blocked the way, hey, why is the sun gone? At this time, my mother left and took me home. I reluctantly followed my mother home, muttering, "I want the sun, I want the sun." "When I got home, I saw my father sitting in a chair, so I threw myself into his arms and said loudly," Dad, take money to buy me a sun. "Dad was confused by me and asked my mother what was going on. Mother told me in detail what happened just now. Dad smiled and said, "Dai Wei, why don't I draw it for you?" "If you hang it on the wall, isn't it the sun?" "good!" I jumped for joy. Dad also told me about the sun, and I seem to understand it. It turns out that the sun is far away.

Now that I think about it, I think I was really stupid. I can't help laughing at the thought. This little joy of my golden childhood is even more wonderful in my happy childhood!

Childhood life is like a rich book, which makes people miss it. One of them is still fresh in my memory.

That was when I was seven years old. I especially like to drink milk, at least one cup a day. Once, my mother washed her face with facial cleanser and I watched. Suddenly found that facial cleanser is whiter than milk, more fragrant than milk, and definitely better than milk. I thought, this thing must be delicious. I really want to try it.

After a while, my mother wiped the facial cleanser and said, "I'm going out and staying at home." I listened, nodded and thought: here comes the opportunity. After my mother left, I couldn't wait to run to the washstand, picked up the bottle of facial cleanser and took a long drink. "wow! It's terrible! " I exclaimed. This facial cleanser is not only bitter, but also astringent, and it feels oily when eaten in the mouth.

I quickly spit it out, but I didn't expect my hand to tilt and pour the whole bottle of facial cleanser. I thought to myself, this is terrible. What if mom finds out? I thought about it and paced back and forth in front of the washstand. Suddenly, a good idea came to me. I poured a lot of milk into an empty bottle, took some spices from my father's cooking and sprinkled them in the milk, then stirred them with chopsticks.

About ten minutes later, my mother came back, and I pretended to watch TV as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, my mother exclaimed, "How did this facial cleanser become milk!" "I thought: Oh, no! It's been discovered! I told my mother the whole story when it came out. Mom smiled, clutching her stomach and said, "It doesn't matter, you are too young to be sensible, so don't do stupid things in the future." "Listen to my mother, I also giggled.

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1. Childhood is beautiful. Although the past of childhood is a little childish, it is innocent, and every time I think of it, it is memorable and unforgettable.

When I was eight years old. At that time, I lived in the countryside of my hometown. One day, my uncle asked me to go up the mountain with him to cut wood. I was glad to go with him. Halfway up the hill, my uncle suddenly stopped. I looked around and didn't know what had happened. I saw my uncle looking at the branches, and I looked in that direction. It turned out to be a black thing! I thought it was an ant nest! Then I leaned over and wanted to ask. Uncle told me that it was not an ant nest, but a bee nest, and the pupae in the nest could still be eaten! Then he asked me to help him find some dead branches, and I picked some for him. I saw him tie all the dead branches I picked up to one end of a stick with a rope, and then took out a match and lit it. He wants to burn the hive! He told me to find a place to hide, and then slowly moved the stick that lit the branches to the black bees. Bees buzzed around in circles, and my uncle took the opportunity to take down the hive, and then kept picking things from it to eat. That's probably what he called "bee pupa"! Seeing the way he eats with relish, I think it must be delicious! I also ran to share with him. After all, I helped pick the branches! Who knows my uncle actually said, "children can't eat, but bees will grow up if they eat!" " Adults can eat! "I thought, it must be delicious. My uncle is stingy, coaxing children! In that case, I will try to find my own food and stop arguing with him! My uncle seems to have read my mind and told me never to touch the hive by myself, it would be very dangerous! I didn't think so much at that time, I just wanted to taste the bee pupa.

As soon as I got back, I immediately "called" my friends and told them in detail how my uncle ate bee pupae, making them drool down their throats! So we decided to act in secret, and everyone went to the hive to eat bee pupae! We found some sticks, dead branches and matches and set off. We searched along the foot of the mountain, but we couldn't find the hive for a long time. Everyone is very disappointed, everyone is depressed. At this moment, I found a little bee. I think, since there are bees, there must be a hive. Follow it back and you will know! So we followed the bee carefully all the way, looking for it for a long time, and I really guessed right. We found their nest! My friends are very unhappy and dancing. At first, I was happy, but I was still a little worried, because I remembered my uncle's warning, but my mouth watered at the thought of my uncle eating bee pupae, and I ignored everything. I was so excited that I forgot to make a fire and poked the honeycomb with a stick. I regretted it at once. The bees inside are buzzing in the hive. A bee pointed directly at my nose is a sting and a sharp pain: "Run, everyone!" " I let out a cry, and all my friends began to cry loudly and ran around in fear. But it's too late. Bees seem to be irritated. Crowds of bees were circling around us, and everyone's hands, feet and face were stung, crying and shouting. Until finally, our parents came and we were all taken to the hospital. ...

From then on, I never dared to take my partner to take risks without permission, and I also understood a truth. When I don't quite understand it, it is wisest to listen to the advice of adults, otherwise I will always suffer.

Childhood is colorful, with silvery laughter and bitter tears. However, what I remember most is an interesting thing that happened when I was one and a half years old. It's like a boat in my mind that can't get rid of the rope, and it has been moored on the shore.

I remember that I just learned to walk, and I have been running around the yard naughty.

Once, when adults were not looking, I quietly opened the door and slipped out. Seeing the world for the first time, wandering around. Soon I arrived at the door of my neighbor's uncle's house. I slowly pushed open the iron gate and walked in carefully. There is a small fence in the second uncle's yard, and a disabled old hen is squatting in the fence. Maybe it's the first time I can breathe when I see something smaller than me. I don't know why, I have been staring at the old hen in a daze. At this moment, the door opened with a bang. Grandma found me here and touched my little face happily. He said sadly, "Look at you, you worry me to death ..." At this moment, my second uncle heard a voice. During the conversation between my uncle and my grandmother, my eyes turned to the old hen again. I pointed to the old hen and said, "Yes ... Yes ..." My second uncle happily took the hen out of the fence. "here!" Said, holding the hen in her arms. I am holding an old hen. It's too warm. The old hen may be so scared that the meat on her neck is shaking. I was blinded by it. I bit the hen's neck. I bit off a few hairs of the old hen, screamed in pain and broke free from my arms. This time, it is not disabled, it runs around in pain. I'm young, I'm not sensible, and I'm smiling at my grandmother with chicken feathers.

Now that I think about it, that old hen is really pitiful.

Ah, the fun of childhood is really unforgettable.

I remember sleeping with my parents because I was afraid of sleeping alone when I was a child. But I dare not go to the toilet alone at night, so I made an agreement with my father: every time I go to the toilet, I will wake him up and let him accompany me. In this way, I feel safe.

Another sultry night, I woke up again and wanted to go to the bathroom. Look around, it's quiet, only mom and dad are sleeping. I stretched myself to wake my father.

I pushed my father with my hand, but he didn't wake up I pushed him again, but still didn't wake up. I whispered in his ear again, "Dad, Dad." Still no result. I was so anxious that I slapped him gently, but he moved a few times and turned to go back to sleep. I called my mother again, and so did she. I can only endure going back to sleep.

I don't know how long, I woke up again. I can't help urinating this time. I called them like last time, but they still didn't move. Alas, I slept soundly. I looked at my watch. It was 3 o'clock. No wonder. I think I have to go by myself, but I dare not. what can I do? I sat on the bed awkwardly. "Right" suddenly remembered that my father had several cups of tea this evening (exactly last night), but I didn't see him go to the bathroom. He will definitely go in the future and go with him then. But when will he wake up? I can only make up my mind: go by myself!

I got out of bed and stopped at the door. Opposite the door is the corridor. It's a walk to the bathroom. I'm worried that a female ghost will suddenly appear on the left or right to harm me. On TV, that female ghost is really scary. Oh, what should I do? I thought to myself: I can only rush with my eyes closed. I closed my eyes and rushed out the door.

"ouch!" I opened my eyes and bumped into the wall. I endured the pain, closed my eyes and walked to the right. Suddenly I bumped into something and thought it was a female ghost. I even said in my heart, "Female ghost, forgive me!" Forgive me! " It turned out to be just a chair. Scared me to death.

I finally touched the bathroom and was "liberated". I was about to leave when suddenly there was a bang, and I was shocked again. It turned out that something was knocked off. I thought: I must go back to the dormitory at once, or I will really die. So I crustily skin of head ran into the bedroom and crept to bed. "This is safe." I think.

When I woke up, the sun was already high. "How was yesterday?" Dad asked me.

I thought to myself: You slept so deeply, how could I not wake you up? And you asked me if I slept well. You killed me! But I can't say it. "Very good." I replied.

Suddenly I want to go to the bathroom again. There will be no female ghosts now, will there?

I had a very happy childhood, and the story that happened at that time is still fresh in my memory. There is one thing that always makes me happy whenever I think of it. Because it brings me endless fun.

One day, when school was over, I saw many students gathered in front of me. I walked over curiously and saw a lovely box of ducklings. I bought one and a half when I asked. I picked it up and held it in my hand. Its small eyes look at me like two black beans and bark at me from time to time. And it's swaying in a lovely way. When I crouched down to get the plastic bag, it waddled away from me. I caught it back, still chanting: "This little thing is really naughty." Then, I put it in a plastic bag and named it "Scampy".

When I got home, I put it in a shoe box and put it on the table, lest it run out. However, it is not obedient. It grabbed the box with its wings first, and then jumped out of the box hard. Then it ran forward in despair and fell on the chair. It jumped off the chair again. Stumbling to come over, Ji Ji called me. I think it's hungry. I took some vegetables out of the refrigerator, carefully cut them into pieces and put them on a small plate. As soon as I picked up the plate, the duckling waddled towards me, only to see it flapping its wings and craning its neck eagerly. Before I could put the plate steady, it greedily ate it with its yellow flat mouth, like a small clip. In a short time, its mouth ate all the dishes on the plate like a small clip. The way it eats vegetables is really cute. I like it even more when I see it so delicious.

In the evening, Dad came back and made a window for Naughty with a cardboard box. Mother cooks for it and I pour it water. Like a little guest in my house. Once, I held its flat mouth with my fingers and lifted it. Its little paws immediately pedaled around like riding a bicycle. At this time, my father saw it and said anxiously, "Put it down quickly." I asked strangely, "Why?" "If you pull its mouth, it will hurt." I put it down immediately. I asked again, "Why does it hurt?" Dad said: "Although the duckling's mouth is hard, its mouth is also connected with meat. It will definitely hurt if you pull its mouth." I am ashamed to say to the duckling, "I am really sorry." At this time, Scampy called me twice. It seems to forgive me.

Since this duckling came to my home, it has added a lot of fun to my life. I still miss the duckling when I think of it.

Looking back on that year suddenly, time flies, which is shocking. When we meet, we love to recall our childhood, but only sigh. How do you find a fearless teenager when you are stunned by the frost? Cattle have been rocking on horseback for several years, and childhood is full of interesting things.

Childhood boys don't like swords, spears and halberds, and they are not afraid of fighting, especially after reading those small picture books and wonderful battle feature films. The heroic image of soldiers slashing the enemy with knives and arresting bandits with guns is really fascinating. Especially the bright red collar and cap badge, let the young heart yearn for it, and I don't know how many times I put on that green military uniform in my dream.

I spent most of my childhood imitating soldiers to fight. After school, I often join in fierce battles with my friends. "Guerrilla warfare" and "catching prisoners" have added endless fun to us urchins.

Look! On the variegated hat collar, the hat badge and collar badge of red paper scissors were affixed; There is a telescope made of paper around his neck, a small pistol folded with paper in his hand and a cloth belt around his waist. Although his clothes are far from modern children's neat uniforms and advanced toy weapons, he is quite a soldier's demeanor, and the cat's waist is so realistic.

Listen! The gunfire, explosions and shouts in the mouth are so fierce that people seem to have entered the battlefield of gunfire and smoke.

What impressed me the most was a battle from "infantry" to "cavalry" At that time, there was a primitive oil mill in our street, which fed twelve or thirteen horses. When we stopped production, we asked permission to take them out to graze. It was a Sunday. After breakfast, the partners were armed to the teeth and took their beloved "war horse" to cross the direction.

After the distribution on the battlefield, as usual, the "enemy" runs first. After two or three minutes, we pretended to be good people, and at the signal of the command knife, we gave a cry and chased forward.

The hoofbeat of "De De" broke the silence of the valley and raised dust on the road. I don't know if it's the previous goal or if stable boy knows the heart of the suitor. After running for a while, he gradually approached the "former enemy" and the "enemy" was also very cunning. After they ran up a small pass, they suddenly stopped, turned their heads and stared at us. The horse's head was facing, its head held high and it screamed, and it rushed down greatly.

At the beginning of the battle, wooden knives collided and pingpong, and both sides shouted. Several other partners and I are not good at riding, and we are often thrown to the ground when the horse runs sharply. However, no one wants to pull over. If you don't rub the pain, they will mount the horse and fight again. That scene is terrible now.

Xiao Qiang, who fought with me, was stronger than me in strength and riding, and he was very clever. Under his onslaught, I only had the strength to parry, but not to fight back. After several meetings, I was so tired that I had to shout to my neighbor's comrades: "Xiao Ming! Come and help me! " Crying did not fall, Xiao Qiang hit the waist with a knife (told in advance that it is not allowed to cut with a knife) and fell off his horse. Just as he was laughing, Xiao Ming, who rushed from behind, killed him with another knife.

The battle is still going on, and we are still staring at the battlefield, arguing about who will be beaten first, and it is inevitable to protect our own side, which often makes us blush.

After playing for about thirty or forty minutes, all but two leaders fell off their horses. In fact, two leaders were beaten, but no one would give up. It was not until they were exhausted that they stopped fighting and let the horse go in the voice of "Fight again next time".

How lively and naughty you were when you were a child; How many thoughts and memories you left me when I was a child. May the innocence of childhood last forever and the fearlessness of childhood last forever! Agree 18| Comments (2) 2011-3-2915: 56 Tianjiao Long Chuanren | Level 1

Niu Gankun agrees with 9| Comment (1) 2011-3-2915: 58 applesi9 | Level 1.

Childhood fun

Everyone has a childhood, and interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of seashells by the sea, accompanied by seawater, shining with colorful brilliance, countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood story.

I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often carve a mark on the trunk with a knife to measure whether I am growing taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens. .......

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am no longer so stupid. I believe that interesting childhood stories will be the best memories in my life. I agree with 12| Comment (1) 2011-3-2917:14a Doomsday Light Dark Blue | 1.

My childhood was very happy, and the story that happened at that time is still fresh in my memory. There is one thing that always makes me happy whenever I think of it. Because it brings me endless fun.

One day, when school was over, I saw many students gathered in front of me. I walked over curiously and saw a lovely box of ducklings. I bought one and a half when I asked. I picked it up and held it in my hand. Its small eyes look at me like two black beans and bark at me from time to time. And it's swaying in a lovely way. When I crouched down to get the plastic bag, it waddled away from me. I caught it back, still chanting: "This little thing is really naughty." Then, I put it in a plastic bag and named it "Scampy".

When I got home, I put it in a shoe box and put it on the table, lest it run out. However, it is not obedient. It grabbed the box with its wings first, and then jumped out of the box hard. Then it ran forward in despair and fell on the chair. It jumped off the chair again. Stumbling to come over, Ji Ji called me. I think it's hungry. I took some vegetables out of the refrigerator, carefully cut them into pieces and put them on a small plate. As soon as I picked up the plate, the duckling waddled towards me, only to see it flapping its wings and craning its neck eagerly. Before I could put the plate steady, it greedily ate it with its yellow flat mouth, like a small clip. In a short time, its mouth ate all the dishes on the plate like a small clip. The way it eats vegetables is really cute. I like it even more when I see it so delicious.

In the evening, Dad came back and made a window for Naughty with a cardboard box. Mother cooks for it and I pour it water. Like a little guest in my house. Once, I held its flat mouth with my fingers and lifted it. Its little paws immediately pedaled around like riding a bicycle. At this time, my father saw it and said anxiously, "Put it down quickly." I asked strangely, "Why?" "If you pull its mouth, it will hurt." I put it down immediately. I asked again, "Why does it hurt?" Dad said: "Although the duckling's mouth is hard, its mouth is also connected with meat. It will definitely hurt if you pull its mouth." I am ashamed to say to the duckling, "I am really sorry." At this time, Scampy called me twice. It seems to forgive me.

Since this duckling came to my home, it has added a lot of fun to my life. Now that I think about it, I still miss that duckling. I agree with 16| Comment (1) 201-3-2918: 31love ☆ snow |.

1. Interesting childhood story

My childhood was colorful, and many interesting things happened in my childhood, such as the stars in the sky. The brightest and brightest one is that one.

One Sunday noon, my mother was sleeping soundly. I was only four years old then. I have no fun. I wandered around the room and somehow came to the mirror. Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me walking in front? It's okay if I don't touch it. I was shocked when I touched it. That "man" is actually flat, and he still holds out his hand as if to touch me. I quickly backed off. Well, how dare you imitate me,