To write an essay about an interesting story about childhood, be good, no advice

Childhood fun facts.

My childhood world is like the vast sky, my childhood memories are like sparkling stars, and anything I pick up will be so interesting.

That was one thing that happened when I was six years old.

I had my birthday that night. My dad bought me a cake from the cake shop that looked delicious. The cake was huge, with a few pink, yellow, and green lace strips, and the cake was topped with a "Double Dragon Playing with Pearls" pattern, needless to say, I was born in the Year of the Pig.

It also reads "Happy Birthday to Pengbo". It's a sight to behold.

In the midst of a song to celebrate your birthday, my mother cut the cake, and a burst of fragrance came to my nose, and I couldn't wait to eat it. Halfway through the cake, my mother said, "Save the rest for tomorrow morning!"

After listening to my mother's words, I coquettishly said, "No! Nope!

I'm going to eat and I'm going to eat! My mother said to me, "Peng Bo is good!

Shall I buy you another one in a few days? "Okay". I said yes, but I didn't think so in my heart.

It was late at night, and Mom and Dad were asleep. I ran into the kitchen like a little mouse, opened the door to the refrigerator, and carefully took the cake out. At that time, I also "didn't care about thirty-seven or twenty-one", and I picked up a spoon and ate it.

Suddenly! As soon as the lights came on, I looked back in surprise, and my dad burst out laughing. Said while laughing

All right! Grab a greedy little flower cat. My mother also got up and saw the "big flower face" that I was eating with all kinds of cream, and she laughed too.

Ah, childhood was beautiful, what I did in my childhood was so interesting, I loved my beautiful childhood.

A childhood thing.

On Saturday, I went to tutoring. Released a fart. Hit a hundred points, but not happy...

Students, don't write repetitions. Don't be like someone who eats noodles every day of the week.

So in the second week, the classmates all wrote about farts.

Happy childhood is like a rainbow after the rain, colorful and gorgeous, and many interesting things that have been done are like bright little stars twinkling in the sky of childhood. Occasionally, when I bring it up to myself or someone else, it will cause a burst of laughter. I'm going to tell you something that was very interesting when I was a kid.

It was the summer of my fifth birthday, and my mother gave me a big red balloon with a picture of the Monkey King flying through the clouds. As soon as you throw it lightly into the sky, it will fly into the air and then fall down, which is very fun. I always show it off in front of my children.

One day, just after a heavy rain, there were many small pools of water in my yard, and when I saw that the rain had stopped, I ran to the yard to throw balloons to play. The balloon swirled in the air, and I chased it while shouting, "It's fun!"

It's so pretty! "Suddenly, the balloon landed in a small pool. I hurriedly ran over and picked it up, and it was really unlucky, the balloon was stained with a large patch of muddy water.

What to do! I was quick-witted, and remembered the last time I stained the handkerchief, and my mother brought the handkerchief to the fire, why didn't I take the fire to roast it too? I bake muddy water over fire.

But my mother baked a handkerchief in the winter, and now how can there be a big stove in the summer? I remembered that when my mother lit a fire, she always used the fire to light the paper first. So I got paper.

I took the balloon into the house, found a match, lit the paper, and then quickly brought the balloon stained with muddy water close to the fire, and suddenly the balloon "popped" **. I was so startled that I couldn't help but jump. The beautiful balloon suddenly turned into pieces.

When I came to my senses, I couldn't help but ...... tears flowed from my eyes

To this day, I can't help but laugh out loud when I think about it.