In their daily study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing compositions, and they are all familiar with compositions. Compositions are composed of words, and they are composed of words through human thought and consideration. A stylistic organization of language to express the meaning of a theme. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are essays on childhood past events (selected 10) that I compiled for everyone for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Childhood past events composition 1

If childhood is a square box, then the past events are the items in the box. You will only know what they are when you open them; if childhood is a vast sea, then the past events are the items in the box. The past is like a small boat, and the fate of the future depends entirely on whether the wind and waves on the sea are gentle or rough. It all depends on the fate of the future. There were storms and peace in my childhood. I believe that every storm was a turning point in my destiny!

When I was a child, I was a little bookworm who loved reading. Of course, at that time, I dropped the carrying pole on the ground and didn’t recognize the word “一”. But I am also strange. Every time I pick up a book, no matter whether it is right or wrong, I just pick it up and read it. Although I don't know a word, the pictures in the book are enough for me to understand the simple and short stories in the book. In my eyes, they have become masterpieces by famous artists. The wonderful pictures give people unlimited reverie.

I remember one time, I took out a book of ancient poems from my aunt's drawer, turned the dusty book upside down, and read it with relish. At this time, my aunt came back, I looked at the book in my hand and couldn't help but laugh. But after a while, she read it to me twice, and I immediately remembered it clearly. I still remember the poem clearly.

It is precisely because of this that when I was flipping through a book, a picture in the book caught my eye. It showed a man wearing a bowl on his head to protect himself from the sun. I thought to myself: It would be great if I could imitate the actions of the characters in this picture, so I looked for an opportunity. Our family was eating noodles that day, and I thought, great, this time I can show you my new trick. When I was full, I quickly picked up the bowl with both hands and put it on my head. As I giggled "Haha...", my hair was covered with faces, and I almost turned into a Santa Claus. The joy in my heart burst out at that moment.

My childhood was colorful, with red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. These nutrients nourished my growth. Each of us must cherish this beautiful childhood. Childhood Past Essay 2

My childhood was also colorful, and the one I remember the most is the time when I was 7 years old, poking a honeycomb with my children.

That day, we saw that bees were so fun, so we wanted to catch a few for fun, but we couldn’t catch them, and everyone was very anxious. At this time, I looked up and saw, hey! There was a big honeycomb on the tree above my head, so I had a sudden idea and proudly said to my friends: I found a big honeycomb, and now there are more bees! Everyone praised me for being smart, and I was very happy. Just do it, we found a long bamboo pole to poke. But when everything is ready and all we need is the east wind, everyone looks at me and I look at you, but no one dares to poke first. I had no choice but to volunteer and take the risk. I slowly approached the tree with a bamboo pole and carefully touched the bamboo pole to the honeycomb. At this time, I vaguely heard some "buzzing" sounds, bees. My first reaction was that at this time, I was already scared to death. Fei Po San can't even hold the bamboo pole steadily, let alone stab it. The second time, I decided to adopt the climbing tactic, so I emboldened myself and climbed up the tree. After a few moves, I climbed very high. At first, I touched the bamboo pole to the honeycomb again. Feeling that he was great, he happily said to the children: I got it, I got it! However, as soon as I finished speaking, my voice probably alerted the bees, so I sent a few "bees" out to check. I looked at it and wanted to reach out to catch it, but I found that it was not a bee, but the ferocious and poisonous wasp I usually saw on TV. I was dumbfounded and jumped off the tree quickly. At this time, a large group of wasps had already come towards me. I flew here, and I tried my best to escape, but I still couldn't escape the clutches of the wasp family. They stung me one by one and covered my body with wounds. I was really unlucky. The most annoying thing was my unloyal friends. When they saw me in trouble, not only did they not come to save me, but they also ran away one by one, disappearing without a trace in May.

Six years have passed in a flash, but I can’t help but laugh when I think about it. I was so stupid at that time! Childhood Past Composition 3

The book "Childhood" once again tells us about the living conditions of the lower class people in Russia in the 1870s and 1980s. Gorky spent his childhood in a family filled with cruelty and hatred: his father died at the age of four, and he followed his grief-stricken mother and kind grandmother to the house of his grandfather, the boss of Xiaoranfang who was on the verge of bankruptcy. A beating from my violent grandfather. But his kind grandmother protected him everywhere. When he was young, he experienced the pain and ugliness of the world prematurely, and his little heart suffered many blows. And my grandmother and those like my grandmother protected and supported Gorky. The story vividly shows a suffocating life full of cruelty, barbarism, ignorance, and filth. We deeply understand the corruption and ugliness of the Tsarist autocratic system, and the slavishness and numbness of the people who are in the dark without knowing it, as well as the younger generation. The painful journey of resisting darkness and slavery and pursuing freedom and light.

Compared with Gorky, our childhood was brilliant and colorful; it was free of trouble and pain, and it was even more carefree. We have never experienced being beaten or whipped with a whip. Of course, in addition to this, there are very few greedy and vicious things in our lives such as intrigues between family members and fights over property. There will be no unthinkable "incident" such as cruelly torturing an innocent person to death for no reason.

I couldn’t help but think of myself. Back then, Gorky had embarked on the path of making a living independently, but now I can't even do simple laundry. I tried doing laundry but just couldn't do it. First you have to apply soap, then rub it here, rub it there, and then... After washing it again, the clothes are still in a bad shape, and the dirty places are still dirty, and finally you can only throw them into the washing machine. The gap between us and Gorky is really too big.

After reading the book "Childhood", it not only made me know that this beautiful childhood needs to be cherished, but also made me understand that I should be prepared now to achieve my lofty goals. Work hard for your ideals. Childhood Past Essay 4

Childhood is beautiful, it is like a cup of lemon juice with sugar, sweet and sour, and endless aftertaste; childhood memories are like stars in the sky, sparkling and unforgettable.

One of the things that impressed me the most was my first time growing plants. On the day of the autumn tour, the tour guide gave each of us a Brazilian bean. After I got home, I stored it carefully, but I never dared to raise it because I was inexperienced. Several months later, I saw the Brazilian bean again. Looking at its lonely and lifeless appearance, I thought: No matter what, I have to take good care of it. With that in mind, I did just that. But it is not easy at all, and we have to consider various issues: how big the flower pot should be, how much water to water, how to plant, where to plant... But this series of problems and difficulties were overcome by my mother and I working together. After I planted the little Brazilian beans, I made a wish: Let my Brazilian beans grow quickly, work hard with me, and be happy!

On the sixth day after planting it, the seeds sprouted. I was ecstatic, as if I had found a treasure. During this day, I went to see it whenever I had free time, and I wished I could take it with me all the time. Another day, two days, three days passed... I watched the Brazilian beans take off their old shells, grow the first new leaves, grow vines, wrap around the railings of the balcony, change from light green to dark green... the longer they grow. The more you grow, the stronger you become, accepting the test of wind and rain again and again, and successfully transforming again and again.

But one day, my parents and I planned a seven-day free trip. When we came back, the Brazilian beans had begun to wither. My heart felt like being pricked by a needle. In this silent night, I shed tears of self-blame. The next day, I watered it and chatted with it as if nothing had happened, watching its leaves fall and wither one by one. Day after day, finally one day, it exhausted its last breath, dropped its last leaf, and lowered its head forever. It will never come back, but the memories will always be there. I think it must be very happy during the last period of time, and so am I.

Childhood is like Brazil beans, it will pass away and leave; but the memories will always be engraved in my heart. Childhood Past Composition 5

Childhood is a word that I have never forgotten.

In my childhood, I was free and carefree, in my childhood I was innocent and cute... But now, my childhood is getting farther and farther away from me, and I can’t call or call out...

When I was five or six years old, I'm so naughty! There is a big lawn in front of my house. My happiness and sadness are built here.

Look! I was running around in the lawn with a piece of dogtail grass, like a happy bird flying in the sky. After a while, I got tired of playing, threw away the foxtail grass, took a piece of watermelon rind, and watched the "watermelon worm" rolling and eating on it. As I watched, my eyelids began to "fight", so I lay on the lawn and fell asleep in the embrace of the blue sky and the lawn...

The breeze blew slowly, and I woke up and ran Go to mom's place and help mom do laundry. Mom was very happy and went to do other things. I sat on a small stool and started "washing clothes". In fact, I am not washing clothes, but soaking them in water, then putting my domestic duck in the pocket of the clothes, picking up the clothes and spinning them in the air. The water in the clothes fell to the ground, as if it was raining. The little duck screamed "quack", wanting to say: "Help, help!" I felt sorry for the little duck, so I put it in a basin filled with soap powder. My mother was very angry and called me over to teach me a lesson. I pouted and looked away absentmindedly. Suddenly, I saw the little duck lying motionless in the basin. It was dead. It turned out that the little duck accidentally swallowed the soapy water. I didn't want to listen to my mother's instructions. I just ran to the lawn with the little duck in my arms, dug up the soil, and quietly placed the little duck in it. I cried: Goodbye, little duck, thank you for spending this time with me, rest in peace!

Childhood, childhood, I spent five years in your arms: I tasted joy and sadness in your arms: I also grew up day by day in your arms! Childhood Past Composition 6

Everyone has his or her own childhood, which is colorful and records the stories of your happiness and innocence when you were a child.

My childhood was colorful, and there is one story that I will never forget.

It was a hot summer. My friends and I went to play in the woods of my hometown. Suddenly, we saw a bird's nest on a straight tree with several eggs and a few birds on it. The mother bird was not with the little birds that had just hatched out of their shells. She probably went to look for bugs for the little birds. When we saw the bird's nest, we all came up with a crooked idea - to dig out bird eggs.

We discussed it and decided to let the stronger one climb up. We tied grass on the soles of his shoes to prevent him from accidentally sliding down the tree. He hugged the tree with both hands and was out of breath as soon as he climbed to the branch. Then he climbed up. He finally reached the bird's nest. He grabbed two or three eggs and put them in his pocket and began to slide down slowly. .

Suddenly, a dark-skinned, tall boy, about eleven or twelve years old, appeared behind us. When he saw us picking out bird eggs, he shouted: "Stop! Put the eggs back quickly!" A friend said to him angrily: "Why? Did you lay this egg?" When the young man saw that we had no intention of putting the eggs back, he said : "As long as you are willing to put the eggs back, I will promise you something."

I gave up my heart for him, so I pointed to a tall tree with the brightest colors and the most beautiful shapes. The leaves said: "As long as you pick that leaf, we will put it back." "Okay, you keep your word!" He quickly took off his shoes, and in the blink of an eye he climbed up the tree. He handed me the leaves and we put the eggs back as promised. Until now, that leaf is still stuck in my book...

Childhood is like a starry sky, with countless stars shining. They make the otherwise dark sky sparkle. Childhood Past Composition 7

Childhood past events are like fallen leaves falling one after another, and one of them is deeply buried in my heart.

I remember when I was a child, I saw my brother playing with colorful and strange plasticine, so I went up curiously and asked, "Brother, what is this?" But I didn't expect my brother to lie to me and say, "This is Very delicious food." I smiled and thought: Ah! It's food, and it's still delicious. I was making a calculation in my mind.

That time, my father and mother took my brother to see a doctor. My mother asked me if I wanted to go. I wanted to go first, but then I remembered that my brother had made steaks, cakes and candies with plasticine, so I didn't go. I was watching TV, and I was watching TV to cover myself. I heard the sound of the door closing. I jumped out of bed as fast as an ostrich and rushed to the closet to take out my brother's performance clothes. It didn't matter that it was just a little too long for me to put on. I looked in the mirror and felt that something was missing. By the way, it was a chef's hat. I quickly put on the hat again and walked excitedly towards the food.

I saw my brother’s things there! I walked there and saw so much food in the box that my mouth was watering. I thought: I...I...which one should I eat first? I looked at it and said to myself, I’ll eat you! I took out the knife and fork in the plasticine, and suddenly I remembered that my mother said that you should wash your hands before eating. I ran to the bathroom, but I couldn't reach it, so I ran to the first floor. There was a faucet on the first floor. I washed my hands and raced against time again!

I followed the example of adults and slowly cut the steak, but I didn’t smell the aroma, but the stench. I thought again, but this is a good steak. I cut the steak slowly, put it in my mouth and took a bite. I wanted to vomit. What is this! I went to rinse my mouth, and secretly ate my brother's chewing gum to make my mouth smell better without being discovered by my mother. I threw away the half-bitten steak and pretended nothing happened. I watch TV well again. "Bang -" the door opened and everyone came back. I found that the chef's coat was still on. I was very nervous. I thought I had it! I picked up the spatula and started cooking. Everyone laughed, and I felt relieved!

When I think back on eating plasticine when I was a child, I still feel a little nauseous. It’s really dumbfounding! Childhood Past Essay 8

In the class, many classmates’ mothers are very young, but my mother is already in her forties. Because I was born when my mother was in her thirties, I have a 21-year-old brother, and I am nine years older than him! So I was often "trickled" by him when I was a child.

Although many years have passed, these old events have never been diluted by the long river of time. Among these things, there was one that was extremely special! My mom and dad told me this when I was six years old.

I was still very young at that time, so small that I could only lie down or sit in a stroller. I was far from the time to bab, let alone walk. Am I the only one? How many months? ! It was the time when I could be "pummeled" by my brother at will.

Once, my brother’s friend, Li Ximing, and my brother put me in a stroller and pushed me for a walk in my community. (Perhaps you may ask: Aren’t your parents watching over you? They were busy decorating the new house at that time and had no time to take care of me, so they had to solemnly leave me under the care of my brother.) When they came to a relatively steep slope, the two of them I had a great time pushing my stroller up and down the slope. After a while, they came up with a bad idea. At that time, I was still eating my hands without knowing it. After a while, I saw them carrying me onto the stroller, and then at the top of the slope, I suddenly I pushed the stroller and saw that the stroller was running down quickly, but for some reason it suddenly overturned! I fell flat on my face, but the strange thing was that I didn't even cry, not even a single cry.

Li Ximing touched his brother and asked: "Did your sister fall to death?" Then he hurriedly and stupidly helped me up, only to find that I was not killed. . But they were so scared at the time that they never dared to tell my parents. It took a year or two for my parents to find out after I accidentally let it slip.

After hearing this, I even suspected that the bridge of my nose was lower than that of my family members. Did they drop it on me at that time, or was it done by them at other times? Childhood Past Composition 9

Everyone has his own colorful childhood. Childhood is a painting, and there are colorful lives in the painting. Childhood is a song, and there is happiness and joy in the song. I am no exception. I also had a wonderful childhood life.

It was the night before Christmas. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, and there was a colorful striped Christmas stocking next to me...

I remember that before going to bed, I jumped up and down. I asked my mother: "Mom! If I tell you the gift I want tonight, will Santa Claus quietly stuff it into my stocking?" My curious and happy eyes were fixed on the bedroom window that day.

"Yes! As long as you sleep well, you will definitely get a Christmas gift!" On my mother's kind face, her eyes were squeezed into two small crescents, and two small dimples were embedded in her cheeks. Her eyes were full of love for me.

I am so excited that I can’t sleep. no! I must fall asleep, I want to see if there is a gift in the stocking the next day!

"Little doll, I want a little doll..." Snuggled in my mother's arms, I finally fell asleep. In this quiet and beautiful night, I carried my little wish and entered a sweet dream...

"Mom! Mom! The Christmas gift is here! Here it is!" I climbed out of bed, Holding the gift in his hand, he jumped three feet high. As expected, today, there was actually a little doll in the sock. Although this little doll was only as big as a thumb, it made me as excited as a little squirrel. I was running around the living room holding the doll. My mother was also happy for me, and she hugged me and said to me like a child: "I don't know what it is yet, show me!" "Don't show it! This is my baby!" I seemed to think that As if I was very powerful, I proudly held my "rare treasure" and giggled. Mom also chuckled.

When I grew up, I realized that it was not a gift from Santa Claus, but a secret release from my mother. In order not to break my whims, she also cooperated with me in "acting".

Although I was very naive and simple at that time, my childhood was very exciting because of this innocence. Thinking about it now, I can't help but giggle for a while. My childhood was wonderful. Childhood Past Essay 10

Everyone’s childhood is like a golden beach, and the beautiful shells on the beach are every childlike thing in our childhood. As we walk across this beach and say goodbye to our childhood, each shell is my best memory.

I vaguely remember that when I was four years old, I lived at my grandpa’s house. In my innocence, under the "guidance" of my childlike innocence, I did many things that are still fresh in my memory.

One day, my grandfather bought some big apples from the market. Look at these apples, they are as red as a little girl’s shy face, so cute. When I took a bite, a sweet taste immediately left my teeth and cheeks fragrant. While eating the apples, I thought: How happy would my grandpa be if my family had such big and delicious apples? But how can we produce apples? When I saw the tree in front of the house, I couldn't help but have a "plan" in mind.

I dug out a ball of wool from my grandma’s storage box and carefully wrapped it around a big apple. Oh! This apple is so round that I can’t wrap it around it! I was so anxious that I broke into a sweat. Ah, there is a way! When I was young, I took out the scotch tape and carefully stuck the wool on the apple while humming happily. Then, I took the apples tied up to the tree and hung them on three or four branches. This branch is so disobedient! Not only was it too crooked to "strike", but it also stabbed me with sharp thorns! However, I will not give in to this small difficulty. Within five minutes, the apple was hanging on the tree. I looked at the fruits of my labor and smiled with satisfaction.

After dinner, I "drag" my grandpa to the tree, pointed at the big apple and said, "Grandpa, look, our tree has apples! Are you happy?" Grandpa looked at it Apple looked at me again and smiled mysteriously: "Haha, of course I'm happy! But, my granddaughter, do you know? This is a jujube tree!"

Laughing lightly It flew into the sky and turned into a colorful shell on the golden beach. I will always have these shells on the beach while I'm here. I hope that one day I can return to that beach and interpret their true meaning...