An article about an interesting childhood story

Childhood is gold without impurities, and interesting things in childhood are the most powerful testimony.

When I was a child, I was most afraid of snakes. My cousin, who is two years older than me in the country, likes to play with snakes. One summer, I went back to my hometown to visit my grandparents. One day, my cousin took me to a small pond to play. Suddenly, I saw a small snake and looked at me with vicious eyes. As soon as my red tongue came out, my legs trembled with fear. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that my grandmother once told me not to be afraid and not to run when encountering a snake. First, mess up your hair and never let her count; Second, scare her with your tongue, make her feel unsafe and run away. When I thought of this, I immediately took off my headdress, messed up my tied hair and spat out my tongue. The snake was really upset and turned around and ran away. At this time, I want to shout: snake! My cousin rushed over, but the snake disappeared in the blink of an eye, and then my heart gradually calmed down. When I got home, I looked in the mirror. God, my hair is a mess, like a haystack Grandma pulled my hair seriously and said, "Little ancestor, where did you get the eggs?" Hey, grandma used my hair as a chicken nest!

Another time, I chased pigs like my grandmother. The dirty old sow is groaning, and I proudly hold the whip. I thought to myself, if the pig wants to run, this young lady's whip will not spare you! Unexpectedly, this time the pig was very good and went back to the pigsty immediately after eating. My plan failed, and my hands are itchy. I made much ado about nothing and smoked at that pig. The old sow doesn't smoke, but she smokes on the little pig, and the little pig squeaks. At this moment, the old sow turned her head and rushed towards me. I was so scared that I threw down my whip and ran into the house, shouting desperately, "grandma!" " "Grandma hurried out of the room and saw my mess. She smiled and said, "honey, are you driving the pig or are the pigs driving you?" I was afraid and ashamed, and plunged into my grandmother's arms.

Childhood is like a starry sky, beautiful and secluded; Children's interest, like stars, illuminates the starry sky and makes the originally dark starry sky a little brighter.

2. Touch the snail-an interesting childhood story

I never thought I liked screws so much.

I remember living in a village full of ponds when I was a child. When the weather is cool, I always go to a small pond with a group of guys holding my trouser legs to touch the screws. Many people had a good time, and now it always makes me laugh. At that time, everyone would bring a small basket with screws, mainly made of bamboo, which was light and clever. Touching a screw will tell your partner, as if you had found a treasure. Sometimes, the partner next to you can be very funny. When you touch the screw carefully, you will put those hands into your blue. Your eyes are sly, and your face is full of tricks. Take a few screws, and you can wave them to your partner behind you or beside you to show your success. But it will be found after a while, because we can count one when we touch a screw, and almost all of them can be counted. Of course, there will be noisy scenes later, and the screws will still be returned to their original owners.

Because there are many ponds, we don't always touch in the same pond. Sometimes we will walk through five or six ponds in a row, and then the older and experienced partners will point out which pond has more screws. If we meet a pond that is ready to fish after pumping water, we will go to that pond together to pick up screws. At that time, if there was a big pond, we often divided it into sections and blocks. In the end, it will be more than anyone else. Sometimes, when I am about to go home, I find that some partners don't have much goods in their baskets, and the one with more will not hesitate to give the one with less.

In fact, touching the screws doesn't mean that we really like eating, but that a large group of partners are together, working hard together and sharing the results together. The process is very happy. It is enough for us to bring a bowl of screws home every day. Sometimes even if we touch them, we will give them all to families who really love food.

Now that I think about it, that's when my screw plot was formed.

Now every time I eat screws, I will eat them with relish, and I always have to eat all the fried screws.

oh . . . . Screw, dreaming of touching the screw countless times.

The wind is blowing. . . . . Gently, with a ray of thoughtful melancholy!

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