Tell me about your childhood, your nostalgia for childhood.

The games include bungee jumping, throwing sandbags, holding rocks, jumping squares, swinging, playing hide and seek, and straightening rubber bands to jump high. What else is there to write posters, throw handkerchiefs, catch chickens with an eagle, build bridges (that is, the kind in which several people put their feet together in a circle), the kind in Nagato, the kind in Nagato, and duet, play house, pile sand, and so on!

Anyway, when I was a child, I played with my friends after school! Go home from school and finish your homework, then come out to play with the children until it's time to go home for dinner!

I used to play dirty when I was a child, and I was always scolded when I came home.

The most memorable childhood fun is that when I was a child, my parents raised me as a boy, with short hair and wearing boy-style clothes. Then once I met a boy in our class when I went to the bathroom after class. When he saw me coming out of the ladies' room, he pointed at me and shouted, "Come and see, this boy has gone to the ladies' room, shameless." " .。" Then many boys pointed at me and laughed. I was angry, rushed up and kicked him (accidentally kicked his little brother), said "I am a girl", and then walked away smartly!

Later, he cried and went to the teacher to complain, and I was invited to take charge!

Once in a botany class, the teacher asked us to cut onions with a blade. My deskmate is the vice monitor of our class. I said I would cut onions vertically, but I didn't agree, so I started fighting. To cut his schoolbag belt with a blade, he drew a cross on the skin of my schoolbag, and both of them were punished!

When I was a child, I especially liked to swing, and I had to swing high. Once on the swing, I swung too high (I could kick the leaves), and I fell down and fell badly ~

I went crazy with my classmates, dragging the running male classmate, but he didn't move. He threw it out and hit the wall, hitting a big mouth on his forehead. My good friend ran to the clinic at the door behind my back and got six stitches. He still has a small scar on his head, and that friend's skirt was ruined by my blood. . .

In the past, a classmate in our class was ill, and when he was excited, he would draw menstruation (a bit like epilepsy). He sat in the group next to me, separated by a corridor. Once, when he was in class, he got sick. Somehow, he came to me and I fell on my deskmate. My deskmate is very brave. He put his hand in front of me and was bitten by the sick classmate. He didn't even hum when he saw the blood. Since then, I have been very kind to him. . .

Another student was transferred from our class. I don't know why I value the lesbian who took me to the clinic before. She often sends love letters, roses and chocolates every holiday, which makes everyone envy!

I don't want to think about interesting things in my childhood. Actually, there were many when I counted them. Think about it, our generation after 90 seems to be quite precocious, hehe!