Write an essay on the topic of reminiscences wo Be original

I'll write my own truthfully about this question.

I'm 22 years old, and I'm in my prime of life, and I've only taken a few steps in my life. Looking back on the past, others may say, what is the past of a child, but in the depths of memory, there are still so many things that cannot be forgotten.

When I was a child, my parents had a good relationship, but the two of them were very short-tempered and always quarreled. I don't remember how old I was, but I remember that at that time, I was always accompanied by TV and lights. Sometimes I wonder, why do my mom and dad fight?

Stumbles in life can't be avoided, but they come too often. In that way, I grew up alone at night and went to school.

I'm not good at talking, in other words, I don't like to interact with people very much, and that time I was happy to have two girls who wanted to be friends with me. We played together, went to school together, copied homework together, and so on. But suddenly I found out that they were running away from me, and I heard from others that they were still accusing me behind my back.

It suddenly dawned on me that I was promoted to the class representative, and I didn't allow them to avoid memorizing the text and telling the teacher, and this behavior of making a small report affected our friendship. Since then, I've been less likely to interact with girls. When I entered junior high school, I quickly became a good student in the eyes of my teachers.

Because they don't like to have contact with others, they stay at home all day and become what they call someone else's child.

At that time, I fell in love with a boy for the first time, and every time I saw him, my face turned red. I tutor him with his homework and love to stare into his eyes and I think he's really cute. Only soon he left and disappeared from my sight.

Without him, I started to devote myself to my studies, and thankfully my results did give me pride. I went to high school, started to live in the dormitory, I didn't leave home for so long, I hid in the quilt and cried on the first night, and secretly called ** to my mother, and she was crying when I cried. After getting used to it, I was faced with another problem, how to get along with other people, well, in the end I left school, I really didn't like to contact them.

Now that I have been working for four years, I have realized that it is not easy to make money, and I have also met the man I cherish, fortunately, he is the lovely boy in my junior high school.

The memories of my life are very short, and I believe that the future is also worth looking forward to. Other people's memories may be filled with regrets, but I don't regret all my choices, and I'm proud of my maturity.

Hope it helps.