I still remember when I just cut my hair in the fourth grade, I woke up and found that all the "bushes" stood in good posture. My mother scolded me for this and vowed never to cut my hair short again.
I am a lively girl, longing for freedom, so I sing "I am a bird, I want to fly, but I can't fly high" in front of my parents from time to time. But every time they say, "If you want to be free, you will be free when you go to college. So we must do a good job in our academic performance. Why are you still standing here? Go back to your room and do your homework! " So every time it ends in failure.
In this way, I entered the sixth grade, and the heavy pressure of study often overwhelmed me, and my mother made it worse, saying that she would hold the "Lady Plan". Then, under my mother's carrot and stick, I had to say goodbye to my sportswear and jeans and put on a lady's skirt. I try to keep quiet in front of the guests, but my parents' friends are experts in comedy, and I can't breathe for several times, so I have to keep smiling. After a few days, I couldn't help it. I took off my skirt, put on my long-lost sportswear and jeans, threw my lady's skirt on the bed in front of my parents, and swaggered out of the house, feeling how fresh the air outside was for the first time.
On the first day of junior high school, I still wore my jeans, sportswear and braces and walked into the classroom of junior high school. I attend classes like a primary school, do radio exercises, tell my classmates yesterday's news between classes, and go home to do my homework. I am still as lively and cheerful as when I was a child, and I am still a "pistachio" at home.
This is me, full of steel.