"Composition Materials on Ordinary and Meaningful Things in Life" Whenever I think about this incident, I feel both funny and regretful. Because of this incident, I became the "protagonist" in my family's after-dinner jokes!

What happened was like this. One day after school, I put the keys to my house in the pouch of my schoolbag as usual. At this time, I found a hole in the pouch, so I simply tied a rope and hung it around my neck.

Everything is OK!

I jumped up and down to go home. Along the way, I threw the key and threw it on my back. I accidentally threw the key on my back.

When I got home, I used to touch my neck for the keys. No, where did the keys "go"?

right!

Was it supposed to be put in a bun just now?

I put down my schoolbag and searched, but the key seemed to have "evaporated" in the world and I couldn't find it.

Bad!

I suddenly realized that I had "lost" the key!

Because there was a hole in the bag, I thought it must have been dropped on the road or placed on the desk at school. Let's go look for it. If I'm lucky, I should be able to find it.

I didn't think much and ran to school.

On the way, I looked almost everywhere where I might find the key, but I couldn't find it.

So, with a glimmer of hope, I came to school and searched all the corridors and classrooms I walked through, but there was not even a sign of a key.

I had to go home disappointed.

As I walked, I thought: If I meet my father when I go back, I will definitely get scolded.

Thinking and thinking, I unknowingly returned to the door of my house and bumped into someone. When I looked up, I saw it was my father.

"Dad." I yelled instinctively, feeling a little panicked because I felt guilty.

"What's wrong? You look lost." "No, it's nothing." I was still a little nervous and stuttered when I answered my father.

"Haha, it's okay. I saw your schoolbag and red scarf at the door just now. I thought you were kidnapped! Why, where were you playing again?" I felt even more nervous, sweating profusely, and suddenly felt like I was behind the scenes.

Something on my back made me itchy, so I reached out and scratched it.

"Hey, what is it?" I took that "thing" off and took a look, ha!

Isn't this the key I've been looking for so hard?

It makes me angry and funny to think that I was so exhausted and scared that I ran to my back just now because of the key.

"Hey! Boy, why aren't you doing your homework?" Dad asked when he saw that I looked weird.

Forget it, why not tell Dad what happened just now? The key has been found anyway, so there is no need to worry about being beaten. Thinking of this, I told Dad everything about the "situation" that just happened.

Instead of being angry, my father said with a smile: "I want to reward you!" "What! Did I hear you right? What kind of reward is it?" I felt happy when I thought that my father was going to reward me.

"You'll know later. Just wait and see!" Dad said with a mysterious expression.

During dinner, my father announced my story to the whole family, which made everyone laugh. Grandpa said I was riding a donkey and couldn't find the donkey. Grandma said I was just playing and was too careless.

My mother even criticized me and told me that this was the result of carelessness. She warned me that I must get rid of this problem in the future and asked me if I had confidence in this.

It turned out that this was the so-called reward that Dad said. Although I was a little embarrassed to make everyone laugh, I understood that everyone said that I was doing it for my own good, so I nodded confidently.