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.

Pheasant

At that time, I often followed my friends to the mountains to collect firewood. I remember one time when we went up the mountain, everyone was drilling in the firewood. Some check pine cones, others check branches. Everyone was shouting and making noise on the mountain, and our cries and laughter echoed throughout the valley. Birds fly wherever we make trouble. We noisy ghosts broke the peace in the mountains.

Just as we were having fun, I suddenly saw a group of chickens. It should be said that a hen ran away with a group of chickens. I was shocked at that time. How could there be chickens here? I see this hen is a bit like grandma's Lu Hua chicken, but it is smaller, about the size of a broiler. Followed by six or seven chickens. My mouth is too excited to speak. I just kept shouting, "Chicken" and "Chicken".

Cousin rushed over and asked, "What is it?" . I pointed to the chicken that fled far away and said, "There are chickens there." . My brother ran over and caught only one chicken in three steps and two steps. Tell me to take it, and don't let the chicken get away. I nodded and looked at the chicken in my hand, not to mention how happy I was. This chick is so cute, its small body is only the size of an egg, with a little gray fluff. It's in my hand, struggling and singing. I was afraid that the chicken would escape from my hand, so I held on to it tightly. Who knows that there is not much time, the chicken will not move and its eyes will be closed. The chicken died? ! Suddenly this idea came to me. I quickly put the chicken on the ground and began to cry.

My brother came to me again and asked me what it was. I said the chicken is dead. "Dead? Where is it? " I pointed to where I put the chicken. "hey!" Brother looks pleasing to the eye, where is the chicken? "Strange! I just put it here, how can it be gone at once? " We looked everywhere, but there was no sign of the chicken. I'm depressed.

Looking back now, in fact, any animal has a desire to survive. By playing dead, it not only found its own life, but also found its freedom.

Childhood fun

Childhood life is like a colorful dream, which makes people miss and yearn for it. An interesting thing that happened in my childhood often reminds me of the beautiful past. Let me tell you something about it. At that time, our family lived on the Red Gangue Mountain, which was two things that happened on the Red Gangue Mountain. When the autumn wind sweeps away the last yellow leaf, winter comes in a hurry. Followed by snow and snowflakes. You did a good job. It turns out that my father made me a snowmobile. I got on the snowmobile excitedly. My dad pushed me behind, pushing me fast and the wind was blowing. I sat in the car and played hard. Suddenly I saw a stone in front of me. I shouted, "Look out!" Dad didn't react because he pushed too hard, and the car was stuck by a stone at once. I fell to the ground rolling and crawling, and my father rushed over and said with concern, "Mimi, are you okay?" ! "I got up from the snow angrily. Just as I looked up, my father burst out laughing. I said angrily, "What's the matter? What's so funny! "Dad smiled and said," Your face is covered with snow, and your nose is red with cold. You look like a snowman. " I quickly wiped the snow off my face to catch up with my father ... Another time, I didn't want my father to keep pushing me, and I wanted to push my father, but I couldn't push him after he sat on it. Finally, I used up all my strength. With a sudden push, I fell to the ground. He was unprepared and fell to the ground. My father and I both turned into snowmen, and we all laughed in unison. Childhood, childhood has passed, we should remember this wonderful childhood and appreciate the happiness of childhood when we grow up. It's really a unique taste. Everyone has a childhood, and the fun of childhood is like all kinds of shells on the beach, shining with colorful brilliance accompanied by seawater. Countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is one of my most unforgettable childhood stories. 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 the horizontal line, I wish I could grow taller quickly. 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. "It suddenly dawned on me 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 ... haha! 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 the fun of childhood will be the most beautiful memory in my life. Childhood fun is the most precious wealth in life, and childhood games are even more rare treasures. Whether poor or rich, childhood will become the most attractive magnetic field in life day after day. My family is in the countryside, and my childhood memories are all in the late 1970s. At that time, every family had several children. Life in the countryside is very poor, so it is a good thing to fill their stomachs. There's really nothing to play. Apart from skipping rope, kicking shuttlecock and playing hide-and-seek, my favorite and best skill is to play joints, which are divided into sheep joints and pig joints, with four pieces for each pair. At that time, there was no money to buy, and everything had to be self-reliant, but every family lived a tight life. Fortunately, I am still smart, and finding foreign aid has become the only shortcut. Because of my good academic performance and good popularity, the little boy at the same table exchanged two pig feet for the right to copy homework for one semester. In the second grade, I finally got a pair of "toys" of my own, and my heart was beautiful. Whenever I am free, I will play with my friends. Because of my aura and persistence, I will play perfectly in a short time, but my hands are too small and my joints are big, so I can't play so well. Seeing other people's leg joints of lamb, I have ambitions again. Because it was a production team system at that time, ordinary members didn't have the right to kill sheep at home ... That Mid-Autumn Festival, the team decided to kill some sheep for members, and I couldn't wait. Even so, I was moved. I secretly held happiness in my hand and gave it to my childhood. Childhood makes the mountain greener, the water bluer, the dense birch forest on the mountain, dozens of families smoking at the foot of the mountain, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren, six brothers and sisters, a hardworking father, a kind mother, among whom I am the one with two sheephorn braids ... Although the world is big and time is fast, there is always a constant hometown dream in a corner of my heart, and childhood is bitter.