Childhood fun composition 400 words

My childhood was colorful, and many interesting things happened in my childhood, such as the stars in the sky. The brightest and brightest one is that one.

One Sunday noon, my mother was sleeping soundly. I was only four years old then. I have no fun. I wandered around the room and somehow came to the mirror. Ah! Why is there a "person" who looks like me walking in front? It's okay if I don't touch it. I was shocked when I touched it. That "man" is actually flat, and he still holds out his hand as if to touch me. I quickly backed off. Ok, how dare you imitate me and see how I deal with you. I slapped, the "person" slapped, I slapped, and the "person" slapped. Oh, it hurts. I feel horrible. I am flat and can move. You can learn from me and hit people. It is broken. It must be a monster. I quickly ran to my mother's bed, grabbed her hand and shouted, "Mom, there is a strange thing over there. He hit me." My mother magically asked me what it was, but I kept pulling my mother in front of the mirror. Strange, there is another monster. I quickly hid behind my mother and couldn't help shivering. Mom looked at it and smiled. I asked, "Mom, what are you laughing at?" Aren't you afraid? "My mother turned to me and said," This is a mirror, not a monster at all. Look at that. "I saw my mother swaying from side to side, and the people in the mirror also swayed from side to side. After my mother told me, I realized that the mirror can "print" people, and people can see their own shadows in the mirror. No wonder it can do what I do!

Now whenever I think about it, I still laugh out loud!

2. Interesting childhood stories

What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery. ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past is like the murmur of running water in my heart. Once the generation is so eloquent. .....

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in the country, so many people ride horses from this village to that village. I am envious and want to try riding, but Matthew is too tall for me to ride. I was just about to get on the bus when I saw my grandmother feeding the pigs. I thought pigs were small and easy to eat. As soon as I saw grandma feeding pigs, I went to the pigsty. The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.

Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike. I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space. I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do. Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.

Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant. It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of youth ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and will never disappear. ......

3. Interesting childhood stories

When I was a child, I was very naughty. Let me tell you an interesting story about my childhood.

I remember one time I went home and saw my father sleeping in bed, so a "bad" idea suddenly came to my little head, that is, drawing "Facebook", not on paper, but on my father's face. I first found out the paint, pen and water, and then carefully drew a big "king" on my father's forehead, and then used khaki. This is a majestic tiger. After painting, I was happy for my "masterpiece" and felt sorry for my father's face being painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. Just as I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at him blankly. I burst out laughing. Father looked at me inexplicably. Seeing the watercolor paint and water all over the floor and looking at my malicious smile, my father rushed to the bathroom to look in the mirror. When he found his face painted by me, he ran away without watercolor paint on his face. But I still remember.

Look! How naughty I was when I was a child! It's interesting to think of it until now!

4. Interesting childhood stories

Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; Childhood songs, happy songs; A string of childhood footprints; Childhood stories piled up like mountains. "Does this song remind you of your wonderful childhood? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as brilliant as the stars. My childhood was wonderful and there were many things worth remembering. ...

As long as I can remember, my sister's class has kept two chickens. I go to see chickens as soon as I have time. I don't know how long it took. After a long time, the hen lays eggs, and the chicks will hatch in the eggs. 2 1 days later, I heard a cock crow. Seeing this situation, I heard this voice. I feel sorry for the chicken. Help the chicken when neither the hen nor the rooster is at home. The opportunity has finally come. ...

That day, the hen went to find food for the chicken. The naughty cock was not at home and ran out to play. Take advantage of aunt's inattention, pick up an egg, hold it in your hand and gently touch it. She said solemnly, "Don't be afraid of chickens, you will come to the world soon." After that, I never hesitated. I peeled an egg, and a chicken with no eyes was born before the heat disappeared. It looked at me and cried twice, as if to say, "Thank you for letting me come to this world as soon as possible." I was so happy that I peeled the second one, too When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw me bullying the little snake, she bit me, and suddenly her blood flowed. I went to my aunt in tears. My aunt didn't say anything about me, but said sadly, "Little fool, the chicken won't be born until a certain time!" " If you send them like this, you will die. "Hearing this, I hurried to see the chicken. Sure enough, all the chickens I "delivered" were dying, and all those who didn't "delivered" survived. I regretted it, but it was too late. ...

Although it has been a long time, although I was still young and ignorant there, it has been urging me to forge ahead, never back down.

5. Interesting childhood stories

Tell me funny things, there are almost as many stars in the sky, with joy and sorrow, laughter and tears. Let's listen to my laughter.

That day, I went to celebrate my friend's birthday. Just after my birthday, my friend called us together and announced, "In order to make my birthday happy and all my friends have fun, let's play hide-and-seek to add some birthday atmosphere." "Oh yeah" I danced with joy.

The game started, and I couldn't find a safe place to hide. I just heard my friends counting: "9 1 92." I was about to count to one hundred, so I panicked and hid under the bed. The creaking door opened and walked in front of me. My heart tightened and my feet left. After a long time, I heard footsteps leaving. In order to detect whether the wall has ears, I leaned out carefully and looked around. At this moment, I saw a big wardrobe. I slowly moved out, crept in and closed the door. A minute later, the door creaked again and the wardrobe door opened. Sweat ran down my cheeks. The friend smiled and said, "Xu Lei, your big feet betrayed you." I panicked, but I stood still. The friend said slowly, "well, won't you come out?" I want to make a big move. Look at my invincible foot scratching. " As he spoke, he scratched his feet. I can't bear it any longer. I laughed and rolled out of the closet. "Wow, ha ha, I give up. Give me a break. " I said as I rolled on the ground.

Dude, that's great. There is only one person left, and I still don't show up. I was so tired that I only heard a "ah". I was kicked out of bed again and the quilt was lifted. One of them jumped out and shouted angrily, "Which bastard crushed my foot." We looked at him in surprise, and he realized in panic, stuck out his tongue and said shyly, "Ah, it's been discovered."

"Ha-ha" this laughter travels far and far. ...

6. Interesting childhood stories

There are many interesting things in childhood, but one thing will never be washed away in my mind-planting snow.

It was a snowy day, and I looked out the window at the silvery white world, filled with joy. Avoid mom, hide in a corner, "grab" those beautiful white snow girls. In a short time, I have caught many snow girls in my hands. They have different shapes, one looks like the other. I can't tell you how happy I am. But after a while, they all turned into water and disappeared. I am sad.

Just when I was sad alone, my good friend Feifei came to see me. She saw my sad face and asked me why I was worried. I told her the whole story. She and I thought of a way together. "By the way, by the way, the farmer's uncle planted food in the field and will plant more food next year. Why don't we plant snow in the ground and wait until next spring, won't the snow grow again? " Feifei's idea suddenly reminded me.

At first, I went home and got a small shovel and a plastic bag. Feifei also went home and secretly took her sister's red rope. A fist-sized hole was dug in the southwest corner of my house, and the plastic bag mouth was opened. Each of us put a handful of snow in it. I also said a word to Xue in my mind: I hope you will grow up soon. Then he shut up and buried it in a small pit.

When the seeds of snow are planted, we are very happy. We look forward to seeing those lovely snow girls again for a long time.

7. Interesting childhood stories

Everyone has a childhood, and interesting childhood stories are like all kinds of shells on the seashore, shining with colorful brilliance accompanied by seawater, and countless. Now I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood story.

I remember when I was a child, when I was born, there was an orange tree in my yard and it was with me. I often carve a mark on the trunk with a knife to measure whether I am growing taller every day. Looking at those horizontal lines, I really hope to grow taller soon. One day, I suddenly found myself shorter than that mark. Oh, my God, have I grown backwards? I was so scared that I ran to ask my mother, "Mom, why are all my other friends taller and why am I shorter?" Mom quickly put down her work, put me on the chair and asked, "Why do you say that?" I jumped up from my chair, grabbed my mother's hand, dragged her into the yard and pointed out, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife every day, but today I carved it under the horizontal line I had carved before." I said, pointing to two horizontal lines on the tree. Mother listened to my words and looked at the tree again. After two minutes of silence, she burst into inexplicable laughter. She couldn't help laughing, and tears came out, patting her stupidly. "I suddenly realized that it was not that I was short, but that the tree was tall. Then I went to play with the chicken happily. I really don't know what stupid things I will do to chickens. .......

Ha ha! Interesting! My childhood was like this. There are many stupid things, such as bathing snow dolls and shaving eyebrows ... and so many interesting things. Silly things make up that colorful childhood, happy childhood and nostalgic childhood. Although this golden time is slowly leaving me, I am not that stupid. I believe that the fun of childhood will be the most beautiful memory in my life.

8. Interesting childhood stories

Childhood is a beautiful memory, recording our joys and sorrows. In my childhood, there was a very interesting thing.

That was the holiday in 10 this year. 10 3, we arrived at our hometown Anji Mountain. Strange to say, there are mountains and water, so beautiful, why not become a scenic spot? In the morning, led by two sisters and an adult, we went to catch crabs together. We found the footprints left by crabs when they passed the stream.

We walked along the footprints left, "Look! Crab! " I pointed forward. They looked in the direction I pointed. That's really a crab! My uncle felt bad when we ran over. Crabs crawl left and right. "I finally caught it!" "Uncle shouted. We took out a plastic bag and put the crabs in it.

Back home, we found a small jar, poured some water in it, and then put the crab in it. It's so interesting that we can't put it down. The crab doesn't seem to think that we have a good impression on it, but that we are torturing it. My sister tried to touch it, so did I. "Oh, dear! It hurts me, dead crab! " I cried and said. Since then, I have lost a little affection for crabs and ignored him.

This is an interesting thing when I was a child.

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