Childhood Fun Facts Essay Write about treating spicy seeds as cherries.

Fun facts of the hour. I remember when I was four or five years old, my mother bought some spicy seeds and went home to chop, but I always thought it was sweet cherries, and that day my mother went out, and I was secretly happy in my heart. I can eat cherries.

Aren't cherries sweet? Why is it so bitter? My face was flushed with spicy heat.

Wait for your mom to come home and say, "What's wrong with you, baby?" Why is your face so red?

Mom, I ate cherries, they were so spicy! Mom me to death.

What the? There are no cherries at home!

So what is it?

Silly boy, this is spicy, you know?

Yes? Mom, I don't care, I want to eat cherries, Mom, I want cherries.

I've always been like my mother wants to...

My mother was forced to take me to the market to buy red and sweet cherries.

That's when I realized that cherries were sweet. Spicy is bitter.

Spicy is spicy, not cherry.

My golden childhood was so funny, I can't count how many funny stupid things I did, like when I once stood on a large rectangular pile of bricks and jumped down in order to get lucky, and the price of doing so was to break my knee, and for many days my knee hurt when I walked. For this reason, my mother didn't know how many times I talked about it.

The time I ate the "red stripes" was even more interesting.

It was a sunny afternoon, we finished our last physical education class, and when we came home from school, hungry and thirsty, we wanted to eat some fruit, but we couldn't find it for a long time, and my mother was not at home. I went into the kitchen in frustration, and saw a bag of red things, and I took one and saw it, it was smooth and smooth, very beautiful, and the shape was long and curved, and I was so hungry that without saying a word, I grabbed a handful and stuffed it into my mouth. "Poof-" I spat out the "red stripe".

When my mother came home from work, she saw a pair of red and white things on the ground, so she asked me strangely, "What is this?" "But I was so spicy that I couldn't speak, and I just drank hard.

Mom watched me drink glass after glass of water, which was even more strange. She couldn't figure it out, so she went into the kitchen to cook. "Lai Jiaying!

Mom's voice came from the kitchen, "Where's my chili?" I'm getting ready to make spicy fish! "When she saw that I was so spicy, she suddenly realized:

You stole my chili! "I'm still drinking there, and my mom is gloating.

That's one of the most interesting things that happened to me in my childhood. Whenever I think about it, I can't help but laugh out loud, laugh at my greed, laugh at my own naivety.

Childhood is innocent, unforgettable years. It's like a painting, and in the painting there are our colorful lives; It's like a song with our happiness and joy in it; It's like a dream, and the dream has our imagination and longing. However, everyone's childhood is different, sweet and sour, like a five-flavor bottle, filling our childhood life.

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 that childhood is a tree without growth rings, which never grows old and never disappears.

This morning, my family and my father's colleague's house rode a motorcycle to pick persimmons on my uncle's mountain.

On the road, some places have beautiful mountains and rivers, some places smell like sky, some places are full of trees, some places are barren grass, some places are building schools, and some places are building factories ......Wow, there's a little green snake swimming past us on our motorcycle.

Arrived at Uncle's Mountain, wow! A persimmon forest, the persimmon tree is full of fruits, there are red, yellow, green and other colors of persimmons. Some persimmons are red and big, some persimmons are green and small, some persimmons are red and small, and some persimmons are green and large.

Those persimmons have different shapes: some resemble elephants, but they are not as long as an elephant's trunk; Some resemble small birds, but the "little birds" have no wings; Some are like leather balls, but not as round as leather balls; Some are like stones, but not as hard as stones.

We took an unusually large pair of scissors and cut the persimmon from the tree, the very tall persimmon, pulled its branches off a little with a hook, and then cut it off with large scissors. After we finished picking persimmons, I looked at the persimmons picked by my father's colleague, although they picked more persimmons than us, but we picked all the red and yellow, and most of the persimmons they picked were green. Composition.

It was time to go home, and looking at the orange grove in the distance, Dad said, "Come back and pick oranges." ”

Childhood is an ocean of joy. On the seashore of memories, there are countless shells, some gray, evoking a sad past; There is a splendid one that makes a man.

Reminds me of my childhood. I searched for the most beautiful shells on the shore of memory, and ah, found 3 childhood is colorful, like a beautiful seashell by the sea; Childhood is carefree, like a prodigal doll who laughs all day long; Childhood is innocent and sweet.

It is like the clear spring water in a mountain stream. When I talk about my childhood, I can't help but think of an interesting thing.