Essay on childhood fun facts 500 words

1 Everyone has a childhood, and the anecdotes of childhood are like all kinds of shells on the seashore, shining in the company of the sea, exuding colorful brilliance, and there are too many to count. And now I still hold the most shining shell in my hand, which is also one of my most memorable childhood anecdotes.

I remember when I was a child, there was an orange tree in my yard that I had planted with me when I was born, and I often used a knife to carve a mark on the trunk of the tree, and every day I went to measure whether I had grown taller. Looking at the horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly realized that I was shorter than the mark.

Oh, my God! Am I growing upside down? I was so frightened that I hurriedly ran to ask my mother

Mom, why have other friends grown taller, and how have I become shorter? "My mother hurriedly put down the work around her, put me on the chair and asked"Why do you say that?

I hurriedly jumped out of the chair, took my mother's hand, pulled her into the yard and pointed to it"I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but when I came to do it today, it was below the horizontal line I had carved before. "As I spoke, I pointed out the two horizontal lines on the tree.

My mother listened to my words, looked at the tree again, and after two minutes of silence, she laughed inexplicably, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, tears came out, and patted my head on the head, which was looking at her stupidly, and said"Fool, it's not that you're short, it's that the tree is tall, don't do such stupid things in the future. "It dawned on me that it wasn't that I was short, but that the tree was tall.

After that, I happily went to play with the chicks, and I didn't know what stupid things I would do to the chicks.

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like that, there were a lot of silly and funny things.

Like bathing a snow doll, shaving ...... eyebrowsIt is also so many interesting things and silly things that make up that colorful childhood, a happy childhood, and a nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly passing away from me, I am no longer so stupid, and I believe that the funny stories of my childhood will definitely become the most beautiful memories of my life.

What is childhood? It is the cicada in the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the shepherd's flute, and the hidden ....... of the partnerIn short, childhood is carefree and happy.

Whenever I vividly recall the anecdotes of my childhood, my face is always flushed with a rosy glow. After all, the past swirled in my heart like the sound of flowing water, and once it burst out, it was so gushing .......

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house, my grandmother lived in the countryside, so there were many people there who rode horses from this village to that village, I was very envious of it, and I wanted to try riding a horse, but the horseback was too high, I couldn't go up, I was trying to go up, I happened to see my grandmother feeding the pigs, I thought the pigs were small, it was easy to go up, I saw my grandmother after feeding the pigs into the house, I went to the pig's nest, opened the door and went in and chose a pig to ride on and ran out, grandma saw it, I hurriedly ran out to call me, I saw my grandmother, and tried to make the pig stop, but she couldn't stop. The pig ran into the grandmother's vegetable garden, and the cucumbers and persimmons in it. They were all trampled off by pigs, and I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree, and this time my grandmother caught the pig, and after driving the pig into the nest, my grandmother said that I was so naughty that even the pig dared to ride.

Another time was when I was seven years old, when I first learned to ride a bike. I wasn't very good at riding at that time, so my mom and I rode our bikes to the square, where there was a lot of space. I was riding my bicycle there, and the faster I rode, and suddenly I saw an adult coming from the front on a bicycle, because I was riding too fast, I couldn't brake the car, and I was about to crash, and my mother was calling me, and I thought:

If I hit it, I'll get hurt too, and I'm not very good at riding, so what if I turn around and fall? "I don't know what to do anymore. That's when I suddenly remembered:

Jump out of the car, it's going to be fine" I jumped out of the car, I wasn't hurt, but my car crashed into the guy.

Whenever I recall this, I always "giggle", laughing so sweetly, so brightly. It's as if all the haunting memories of the past have come back to life. I continue to think about the poetic years of my youth, the season of dreams. I think childhood is a tree.