Write an essay that it was a successful attempt .

Childhood is like a dream, it is joyful, it is beautiful. In my childhood, I have experienced many ups and downs, every time I succeeded, there were attempts, how could I have gained without trying? Remember, it was a successful attempt.

I'm a teenager, and by now, I've been able to do a little bit of adult stuff, stir-frying, shopping, taking care of my younger siblings, and many other things, and I have done them properly without a trace of sloppiness. Such a credit is indispensable for that attempt.

Don't laugh at me, I was a timid mouse since I was a child, and I had to be accompanied by adults in everything I did, until I was nine years old, when I started to try to buy groceries, cook my own food, and sleep on my own.

Once, it happened that my parents were at work, and the nanny came home, leaving me and my four-year-old sister at home. We were worried about dinner, and we couldn't cook anything too difficult or unpleasant to our taste. When I opened the refrigerator, I saw that it was full of meat and vegetables, but none of them were made by me.

I suddenly thought of steamed eggs, and hurriedly looked into the egg carn, but I didn't see a result, and when I looked closely, the big thing was not good - every egg. What can I do? I racked my brains and came up with the only way to do it – buy.

But there are worries about bad people, and there are worries about not enough money. Ready, I had to say goodbye to my sister and try to go out and buy eggs on my own. Alas, there really can't be helped.

Holding the ten dollars in my hand, I took timid steps and tried to go out shopping for the first time. Along the way, the sky was dark and dreary, there was not a trace of light, only in the bright light of the moon, I walked and walked out of the alley, and finally saw the light, but the pedestrians on the road looked at me with fierce eyes, as if I had done something bad, and my heart was like fifteen buckets of water—seven up and eight down, and my legs were a little bad, and every step I took had to shake my feet. What is usually a short distance seems to be a long time today.

I was worried about myself, "The first time I try to go out and buy something, will I meet the bad guys?" Will you meet an unreasonable boss?

Will a dog suddenly burst out and "fight to the death" with me, chasing me to the death? "I thought again: the first time I went out to buy something, of course I had to be brave.

Finally, when I came to the egg shop, my heart was like a rabbit bouncing around, "dong dong" drumming. I mustered up my courage before I stammered, "I 、、、 I want to buy a pound of eggs 、、、."

The owner didn't hesitate to give me a pound of eggs, I took the eggs, paid for them, and ran home desperately. That's a relief.

This time I tried to buy something, I succeeded, I tried to be at home. In the experience of growing up, I must remember this attempt and take a glorious step on the road of life!

That time I tasted success.

In a person's life, there are successes and failures. Failure may account for 99 percent, and success accounts for only 1 percent, so success is rare and the taste of success is unusual. I've been successful, and I've tasted success.

When I was a child, I once went to learn to swim, thinking that swimming was easy, but I knew that it was not easy to learn. Grandpa jumped into the pool first, and I stood on it and didn't dare to go into the water. Grandpa encouraged me and said:

Don't be afraid, you can try it in the water, you can't learn to swim if you don't go into the water. With my grandfather's encouragement, I went into the water, but the water was just over my chest when I felt the pressure of the water. It squeezed my stomach so badly, I had to use a lot of force when I was panting, my nose didn't know what to do, I had to breathe hard, I could only open my mouth wide and breathe heavily, as if I was going to swallow something, which was very uncomfortable.

Later, I learned to walk in the water, and I thought it would not be a big deal to learn to swim, as long as I inhaled a lot, my body would float easily, and after a few more gouging and paddling with my feet, I would "sail forward". But his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and it was very difficult to lift them. First of all, I have to learn to hold my breath in the water, my whole head is in the water, and if I am not careful, I will eat a mouthful of water, I, I can hold it for about twenty seconds, I think, I have to continue to work hard, and move forward to thirty seconds.

Then I began to learn the basic skills of swimming, my hands were like a boat pulp from the middle to the side, my feet danced back and forth, and I had to hold my breath, I just fluttered two or three times, I felt pretty good, a little proud, and then I felt my body slowly sinking. So, my heart panicked, and my hands and feet were all confused, and then I took another sip of water, which was really unpleasant, and then my grandfather helped me, pulled me ashore, and said to me, "Your problem is the result of uncoordinated ventilation, paddling, and kicking, as long as you keep going, you can succeed."

I was no longer discouraged, believing that "an iron pestle can be sharpened into a needle", and I was determined to go into the water again and learn how to swim. I took a deep breath, plunged into the water, and paddled little by little as my grandfather had taught me. Sure enough, the essentials that my grandfather taught me were effective, and I persevered.

At that moment, I tasted success.

Later, when my grandparents saw that I could swim, they praised me for being good, and I began to be complacent, so my grandfather wanted to strike while the iron was hot, and quickly taught me backstroke, so that I could swim again. Of course, I also learned the backstroke. On the way home I had a lot of fun because I had a taste of success.

I believe that everyone has tasted the taste of "trying", and everyone has also had an unusual experience. I've had the same experience, and it was an unforgettable "attempt".

I remember it was Arbor Day, and I decided to plant a small tree of my own in my backyard. I found the seed of a fruit tree and carefully buried it in the soil, hoping that it would sprout quickly.

A day, two, three days passed, and I was overjoyed that the seeds of the fruit tree had finally poked their little heads out of the soil. But I thought: if it grows at this rate, then don't wait until the Year of the Monkey to blossom and bear fruit?

I don't have that patience. The most unbearable thing is that I have to fertilize it every day, running here and there, and I have to be exhausted to death. Alas!

What to do? I thought about it, and I was about to break my head. Finally, it occurred to me that I had an idea: why not build a fertilizer applicator to solve the problem of fertilization? So, I carefully thought about the materials and steps of the fertilizer applicator, and then I tried to make it.

Dozens of minutes passed, and the fertilizer applicator was finally born in my hands. However, it simply didn't work, because something in the middle blocked the way. I made a little more modification to the machine, but I didn't expect it to succeed and I solved the problem with the fertilizer applicator.

Finally, I don't have to worry about fertilizing anymore!

Through this incident, I have learned that no matter what happens in life, only by trying, can you succeed. Even if you fail in the process of trying, you will succeed if you persist.

Just like me, when I tried to make a fertilizer applicator, I failed the first time, but thanks to my perseverance, I succeeded in the end! Children, in fact, the door to success is always open to those who have the courage to try, and I believe that in the next attempt, you will succeed.

Since I was a child, sports have not been my strong point, don't look at me tall, but for long-distance running, I only have to frown. But an unforgettable attempt made me no longer afraid of long-distance running. It was a PE class, and as soon as the teacher said I was going to run 800 meters, I almost fainted.

800 meters", these words exploded in my ears like a thunderbolt. "800 meters" may not be a big deal for those long-distance runners, but for me, who is not good at sports, even if it is jogging, "800 meters" is an astronomical number. But I still comfort myself in my heart and cheer myself up!

What is there in 800 meters, isn't it just that the playground turns five times at your feet! Thinking of this, I suddenly felt confident and began to prepare for this so-called "marathon". Soon, the long run began, and I took steps, running at a pace that was neither fast nor slow.

As I ran, I thought: if this continues, it will be a 1,000-meter run, and it won't be a big deal! In my "think of nothing", the first lap, I solved it with great ease.

I was thinking about how many 800 meters I had left, and I ran absent-mindedly, but I was trampled by something, and I stumbled forward and rushed a few steps forward, so I had to concentrate and pay attention to the track under my feet. After two laps, my body used up a lot of energy, but despite this, I still built up confidence and said to myself, "Believe in yourself, you will definitely be able to do it."

But as it turned out, my self-soothing apparently had little effect. Halfway through the third lap, my legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step I took felt like it was going to take a lot of effort. I made it through the third lap with a heavy pace.

Although he comforted himself again: "It's almost there, there are only two laps left, just 320 meters, why bother?!" "But one thing I know is that even if I was confident that I could finish two laps, it would be a lack of strength.

I ran a lap at the same pace as a snail, but in fact, it was more of a "walk" than a "run". And after "running" this lap, I even felt that my legs were no longer on my body, but on the track. I gasped for air, ran one step at a time, and finished half a lap with one step.

But for the rest of the lap, I don't think I'll be able to finish it anyway. But I think that self-confidence is a good medicine to overcome difficulties and a stepping stone to life, and I will definitely be able to do it. So, I dragged my almost unconscious legs through the rest of the lap.

The moment I stopped, I just felt like the world was spinning, but I cheered for myself in my heart. I learned that one has to dare to go above and beyond. People can not be afraid of anything, but they are most afraid of losing to themselves; Anything can be overcome, but the hardest thing is to overcome yourself.

This attempt made me understand that if you dare to admit yourself, believe in yourself, and surpass yourself, then you can toast yourself and cheer for yourself!

It didn't take a few seconds for him to collapse, and he broke out in a cold sweat, "It's so hard to ride." I thought to myself. But when I saw other children riding with ease, I secretly made up my mind: "I must learn!" ”