1 Interesting anecdotes from childhood

In my childhood memory, when I mention my father, I can’t help but think of the word fishing. Dad is not good at sports, but he has a special love for fishing. He has a special relationship with fish: not only raising fish, but also fishing more often. So in this atmosphere, I also fell in love with fishing

I have fished no less than ten times in my childhood, but the one I remember the most is the time when a family of three went fishing in the suburbs.

The fish pond is very large and divided into many categories, but after much selection, I chose the more affordable carp pond to set up camp. Every fishing trip is a competition between me and my dad, so after making preparations, the competition begins. I stared into the distance, convinced that I would definitely catch more than my dad. So, I used my best strength and swung as hard as I could, and with a "swish" sound, the fishing rod was strung out at lightning speed, and with a "plop" sound, it plunged into the water. The momentum was enough to scare a fish to death! Slowly, the float rose up, and I thought to myself: Which poor stupid fish will rush up? But ten minutes passed, and I didn't even see any bubbles. I raised my fishing rod dejectedly - maybe I made a mistake! The bait is gone! Could it be that the fish also have advanced weapons and improved equipment and are more sophisticated than me? Or are the fish also morally corrupt? The kind that can trick people into cheating? Why! Next time before fishing, I will give Yumen an ideological education class. My mother saw that I was angry and looked at my father who was also empty-handed. She started to shout: "Stupid! It's been so long and I can't get even one. I'm a fish in the lake now." Everyone was hooked!"

So, either dad was stimulated, or he was lucky enough to pretend to be a stupid fish (it was not his strength anyway), and he actually caught a fish, and it was quite big! Mom started to stir up trouble in the relationship between father and son again. As a result, both father and son were hit. But the blow to dad had a positive effect. After a while, there were two or three more fish. The blow to me had a negative effect. I even forgot what the fish looked like and still didn’t get any hooked.

There must be something wrong with my mother’s watch. Why is two hours faster than the blink of an eye? It’s time to leave. Take a look at dad's fish basket, there are five of them! Damn it, this is definitely a trap! (Actually, it’s nothing.) When I looked at mine, I didn’t even have half of it. At the urging of my mother, my father began to close the pole. I still didn't give up and kept making noises to do it one last time. So, in full view of my parents, I gave up my last job without any hope. Looking at the fish floating up and down due to the fluctuation of the lake surface, I almost fell asleep. One minute - the water surface remains the same; two minutes - the water surface remains the same; three minutes - the water surface remains the same - wait! Suddenly, the float began to sink at a speed of three thousand light years per second, so I picked up my energy and subconsciously grabbed the fishing rod on the shelf. Half a second passed, and the float was still sinking, so I concluded that it was not the fish. Test the truth and falsehood. I raised it hard: I thought it was a big fish, but it turned out that I used too much force and lifted the fish directly out of the water and hung it in mid-air. It was a small crucian carp. After taking a closer look, I was stunned, "Two!" I shouted out (anyone who has fished knows that the hand pole has two hooks of fishing line). Kill two birds with one stone! This was the first time I saw a pair of minnows. My parents were also shocked, it was unprecedented and unheard of (at home)! Dad was also shocked. This kind of situation is really rare. I was so flattered at the time that I kept exclaiming, then looked up to the sky and laughed, feeling that I was so awesome. Although the total number of fish caught is not as good as that of Dad, it is definitely more exciting than Dad’s fishing. So along the way, I kept boasting about my genius, and I was so happy that I forgot about myself.

The memory of that fishing is still fresh. Although I once caught 22 crucian carp in one go, the specific scene at that time has gradually faded away, and this encounter will be unforgettable forever. I loved fishing when I was a child, I also love fishing now, and I will love fishing even more in the future. It seems that fish and my family have a deep friendship!

2 "Childhood dreams, colorful dreams; childhood songs, happy songs; a string of childhood footprints; a pile of childhood stories." Can this song remind you of the good things? childhood life? In those colorful years, many things happened, not as bright as the stars. My childhood was wonderful, and there are many things worth remembering...

As long as I can remember, my aunt’s class has raised two chicks. Whenever I have time, I go to my aunt’s class to see the chicks. , I don’t know how long it took, the two chicks gradually grew up, and after a long time, the hen laid eggs, and the chicks were about to hatch from the eggs. After 21 days, you could hear the cry of chicks, and saw This situation, hearing this sound. I think the chicken is so pitiful. Please help the chicken when the hen and rooster are not at home. The opportunity finally came...

That day, the hen went to find food for the chicks, but the naughty rooster was not at home and ran out to play. When my aunt wasn't paying attention, I picked up an egg, held it in my hand and stroked it gently, and said seriously: "Don't be afraid, chicken, you will come to the world in a while." After saying that, I no longer hesitated, After peeling an egg, a chick with residual heat and eyes that had not opened was "born". It looked at me and called 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 off the second one. When I peeled off the fourth one, the hen came back. When she saw that I was "bullying" the snake, she gave me a bite, and blood suddenly flowed out. , I went to find my aunt in tears. My aunt didn’t say anything about me, but said in a dumbfounded way: “Little fool, the chicken won’t be born until a certain time! If you deliver babies like this, they will die. "After I heard this, I hurriedly ran to see the chicks. Sure enough, the chicks I had just "delivered" were almost dead, but the ones I had not "delivered" all survived. I regretted it very much, but it was too late... …

Although it has been a long time since this happened, and although I was still young and ignorant, this incident has always spurred me on and made me move forward bravely and never look back.

3 Childhood. , is a sea of ??joy. On the shore of memories, there are countless shells, some are gray, reminding people of a sad past; some are bright, reminding people of childhood fun. I am looking for the most beautiful shells on the shore of memories. , ah, I found it...

At that time, I was only six years old, an age where I have a special liking for birthdays. I like birthdays because I get to eat big cakes, and that time, An interesting thing happened:

After working all morning, I can finally eat the cake I have been waiting for! Look, the cake is big and round, covered with pure white cream. It was filled with all kinds of cream flowers, and it seemed to be smiling at me. It was so cute! The cake also had "Happy Birthday" written in red jam. Under the candlelight, the cake really made me salivate! I wanted to eat it.

I finally got it! I took a big bite of the cake, ah, it was so delicious! My sister suddenly smiled, which made me wonder. I looked in the mirror, haha, I rubbed a piece of cream on my nose, like a clown! My sister didn't like cream, and was thinking about what to do, when she suddenly saw the cream on my nose and my eyes. He suddenly lit up and said with a smile, "Sister, come here! "I strode over without thinking. My sister asked me to sit down, and she brought a plate with my favorite cream in it. I thought she was going to give it to me, so I opened my mouth wide." ", a cool thing stuck to my forehead, then my face and chin. I knew it was cream, so I stretched out my tongue to lick it, but I heard a burst of laughter. I went to the mirror and took a look, ha! Mirror A little cat appeared in it! There were patches of cream all over my face. My face was painted like Peking Opera facial makeup by this "high-end" cosmetics. No, the color of Peking Opera facial makeup is not so single, pure white cream. In the mirror, it looked like a little cat's fur. I licked the cream, so I laughed so hard that I couldn't breathe. I turned into a greedy little cat!

Every interesting thing about childhood is like a colorful shell. These colorful shells hold up my colorful childhood.

When I was 4 years old, I was very naughty. Here I am. Let me tell you an interesting story from my childhood.

I remember one time when I went home, I saw my father sleeping in bed, and a "bad thing" suddenly popped up in my little head. "The idea is to draw "facial makeup", of course not on paper, but ----- draw on dad's face. I first find the paint, pen and water, and then I carefully draw on dad's forehead. I put a big word "王" on it, and then used khaki to draw a bunch of golden stripes around my father's face. In this way, he became a majestic tiger. After finishing the painting, I felt happy for my "masterpiece". At the same time, I felt sorry that my father's face was painted like this, because it was a pity that my father's beautiful face was painted like this. When I was looking at my "masterpiece" happily, my father suddenly woke up and looked at it. He looked confused, and I burst out laughing. Dad looked at me inexplicably. When he saw the watercolor paint and water on the floor and looked at my malicious smile, Dad quickly ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. , when he found out that his face had been painted with lines by me, he didn’t even care about the watercolor paint on his face, so he ran into the house quickly, grabbed me and beat me so hard that I was stunned. Yep, it’s been a long time, but I still remember it!

Look how naughty I was when I was young!

5 There are many interesting things in everyone’s childhood, and I am certainly no exception. Let me tell you an interesting thing in my childhood.

That is one. In the hot summer, I was playing at my grandma's house. She lived in a rural area and she raised a lot of chickens. One day, my grandma, uncle, and grandpa went out to play and left me alone at home. I was very angry and thought to myself, why are they doing this? Without me. I had nothing to do in the house, so I wanted to go to the chicken coop to see what the chickens were doing. I just heard a "bang" and a hen laid an egg. It was really fun. I touched the egg curiously. Hey, it was hot and wet. This is when an idea came to me.

I thought to myself, if chickens can lay eggs, then all the chickens in the henhouse will definitely lay eggs. Why don't you dig out the eggs? When my grandma came back and saw so many eggs, she didn't praise me, so she might even reward me for digging out the eggs! After thinking about it, I didn’t care, so I grabbed a chicken and dug it out. The chicken seemed to know its fate and flapped its wings vigorously, trying to escape. As for me, I held on to the chicken’s claws and watched. Is it that it's great or that I'm great? I took it out for a long time but didn't take it out. What's going on? Why can't I take it out? Is it so difficult that my reward is gone? I didn’t believe it. If I couldn’t take out this one, I had to take out the other one. I threw the chicken away and went to catch other chickens. When those chickens saw me coming, they jumped up and down one by one, just like a mouse seeing a cat. , I ran away, but I didn’t let go and kept catching the chicken. No, I almost turned into a chicken in less than half an hour. I finally caught a chicken, so I picked it out. The chicken I picked out screamed, but I didn’t take it out, so I caught another one... The chicken I picked out was frothing, and I... Grandma and the others came back, and when they saw my embarrassment, they couldn't help laughing. When I asked why, grandma not only didn't praise me, but also gave me a scolding. Later, I found out that except for the hen in the hen house, the rest of the chickens It's all cock.

This is an interesting thing in my childhood. It is not only fun, but also always warns me: stealing a chicken is not a gain, and never do bad things with good intentions.

6 Childhood is colorful, passionate and lovely. Childhood is so beautiful, but what about the interesting things about childhood?

I am a girl from the north. When I was a child, I loved playing in the ice and snow, having snowball fights and building snowmen. Whenever winter comes, goose-feather-like heavy snow falls from the sky, one after another, in clusters, like silver flowers and white butterflies. Looking between the sky and the earth, I can only see snowflakes flying, like flower petals blown to the ground, flying one after another; like seven fairies scattering flowers, flying all over the sky. Standing in the snow is like squatting on a cotton gin, only to see countless cotton wadding flowers blowing towards you, covering you with pure white flowers.

When I woke up in the morning, the wind calmed down and the snow stopped. Opening the door, a white cold light dazzled people. So, my brother, cousin, and I picked up shovels and built a snowman in the yard. He had a white body, a round head, black eyes made of briquettes, and a nose made of cotton, which was still pointing up! My cousin painted the snowman’s mouth with red ink again, grinning, and laughing at us! The younger brother used a piece of red paper to make a beautiful hat for the snowman. The snowman suddenly became more impressive! The snowman was piled up, and there was another big battle. My cousin threw a snowball and attacked me while I wasn't paying attention. Fortunately, he didn't hit it. When I fought back against my cousin, he had been hit by my brother's snowball. The snowball drew a picture on the top of my cousin's head. At this time, the yard was filled with laughter. The cousin was not convinced and picked up the snowball to attack his younger brother. After repeated attacks, the laughter in the yard became even louder.

How interesting childhood is! Fun childhood stories bring me joy, childhood is so good.

7 Fun Facts about Childhood

Childhood is colorful, like beautiful shells on the beach; childhood is carefree, like wandering dolls playing around all day long; childhood is innocent Sweet, like clear spring water in a mountain stream. Speaking of childhood, it reminds me of an interesting thing.

I remember it was when I was four or five years old. Once, my grandma gave me and Juju a high-end milk candy that made people drool at the sight. Greedy Cat" was so happy that she was really elated.

Neither of us wants to eat it. I said: "Shall we eat?" "Okay, let's eat together!" Juju agreed. I was quick with my hands and feet and took it apart in one or two strokes. I took out the candy and stretched my neck to look at Juju's. When I saw her candy, I became anxious:

"Yours is bigger than mine!"

"Where? Mine is missing a little!"

"Huh, mine melted!"

"Yours is thicker in color and contains more milk!"

"..."

We fought over each other There is no result, and everyone feels that they have suffered a loss. But as soon as he said he wanted to switch, he turned around quickly, and no one wanted to do it. We started eating sweets, "1, 2, 3!" We ate it together. Wow! So sweet, so fresh, so fragrant! After eating for a while, I said, "Take it out and see if you are bigger than me!" "Okay!" Juju said, putting the candy on the tip of her tongue like a pug. I also stuck out my tongue like she did, but she said she couldn't see clearly, so I had to put half of the candy on the tip of my tongue, and try my best to stick my tongue out. At this time, a puppy happened to get under my feet. I couldn't dodge and the candy on my tongue accidentally fell to the ground. What a coincidence. I rushed forward with my right foot facing the candy. Alas. Yeah, what should I do? It was too late, but it was too late. Before I could recover, my foot had already stepped on the "baby". I was really anxious and angry: "You stinky dog, rotten dog, dead dog!" I kicked the dog in the belly, and the dog was so frightened that he ran away quickly. I raised my feet and broke off the candy stuck to the soles with my hands. I looked left and right, reluctant to throw them away. "Throw it away. Do you still want to eat it?" Juju said sarcastically to me. My two sugar-covered hands rubbed together involuntarily, and my eyes stared at Juju's mouth, just to let me take a look at the toffee. I kept swallowing my saliva, wishing she would spit out the candy and bite half of it for me to eat.

I couldn't watch it anymore, I just felt my nose was sore, and my tears flowed down like broken beads: "Mom, I want to eat...candy...I want to eat...candy..."

< p>Now, Father Time has arrived and has taken childhood away in a hurry. I won't worry about a piece of candy like before, let alone cry. Thanks to Father Time, because he compiled childhood into the purest, truest and most beautiful book and printed it in our hearts.