Open the floodgate of memory, childhood events come like water, like a dream, making people sigh with joy and sadness. In the waves of memory, there is a small pearl, which is not bright or gorgeous, but it has always been unforgettable. ...

It was a noon in summer vacation, cicadas were tearing their hoarse throats on the branches, singing old tunes that no one appreciated, and the whole village was steamed like smoke by the summer heat. My mother asked me to take a nap, and I lay in bed, fiddling with my fingers bored. Just then, a "ping-pong" voice came, which was so familiar that I knew it was the popsicle seller banging on the box. Sure enough, the long cry of "selling popsicles-"sounds like beautiful music. It seems that a popsicle appeared in front of my eyes, cool and sweet, and it has been infiltrating into my heart. I really want to eat a popsicle right away, really! But I already ate one this morning. My mother and I made a "summer gentleman's agreement" that each family member can only eat one popsicle every day for good health. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. What's more exasperating is that the rhythmic tapping continues, tickling my heart, as if I had been tapping in my ear.

I have no choice. I got up from the bed and came to the door of my mother's room gently, raising my hand to knock. But the hand just touched the door and stopped. Can I knock? What should I tell my mother? Am I a mean person? A series of questions pulled my hand back. I know that even if I make a request, my mother won't agree, because my mother is a very principled person, and she usually won't agree to unnecessary requests! I gradually became desperate, but the popsicle kept dangling in front of me, which made me uneasy.

"Steal!" Even I was shocked by the idea. Stealing money to buy popsicles? Bad kids are like this. Can I do that? I've always been everyone's pet. But how can I eat popsicles if I don't steal them? I thought and thought. At the same time, the shadow of the popsicle never dissipated, but became clearer and clearer. I can even smell the faint smell of milk ... I will quietly take a dollar from the piggy bank and pay it back when I have pocket money, not like "stealing" I was moved by this wonderful idea. Besides, my mother is too strict with me at ordinary times, and other children don't have that many restrictions. Why should I be punished like this? Thought of here, my heart breathed a sigh of relief, so I quietly came to the living room, found the piggy bank, and easily got a one-dollar coin. ...

Popsicle tastes good. It's my favorite milk flavor. Looking at this popsicle in my hand, I always feel strange. After all, this is the first time I have taken money without my parents' permission. It feels so heavy to hold it. Eating this delicious popsicle is not only sweet, but also obviously bitter. I finally finished eating, but I didn't feel a trace of happiness in my heart. Instead, I felt stuck. I wiped my mouth in fear and went home. As soon as I opened the door, I heard my mother's voice: "Didn't you take a nap?" I like to be a thief, gently "hmm". "Come on, have a popsicle!" My mother holds my favorite milk popsicle in her hand-milky white, with a strong fragrance. "I ate ..." I was shocked and didn't know what to say. "I know, but it's too hot today! Let's cool off. It's getting cold in a couple of days, so why don't we just eat one less? People who die according to the rules are alive! " Mom is still trying to convince me. My defensive levee completely collapsed. My mother is so considerate and trusts me, but what about me? "Mom, I ..." I was embarrassed. "Stop it, quick take, look at you this child! Mom knows you are an honest boy, but it's too hot today, so don't insist! " Say, throw the popsicle into my hand. I regret it, but what's the use? No matter what, I can't undo my mistake. I stole money, I am a thief, I am no longer pure, my heart is more sad than death, I really want to slap myself. Finally, I got up my courage and looked up and said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I just took money from my family to buy popsicles without your permission. Please punish me! " "Say that finish, I bowed my head. I don't want to see my mother's disappointed eyes and heartache. Mother was silent for a while, but it seemed like many years to me. My mother touched my head and whispered, "You are my son. I firmly believe that you won't do such a thing again, right? "I nodded hard and two lines of tears rolled down." Come on, wipe your tears, the popsicle is melting, you'd better eat it! "

I tried my best to bite the popsicle and let the cold eat away at my tongue. I want to remember this sweetness and coolness, because I know: that time, I was wrong.