Childhood is a string of colorful pearls, full of innocence and childlike interest; Childhood is a colorful rainbow, woven with countless innocence and happiness; Childhood is a beautiful song with vivid notes. An interesting childhood story often haunts my childhood dreams. I really want to stay awake like a sleeping beauty. If I were to describe an interesting childhood story, I would compare it to a flower, a fragrant flower; A box, a box with many secrets; Grape racks, grape racks full of countless grapes ... let's enjoy fairy tales together! I remember when I was four or five years old, there was a public telephone booth at the entrance of the community. At that time, I didn't know what a so-called telephone booth was. All I know is that as long as I dial the number, I can hear a sound with a clock on it. I just think it's amazing and incredible, and my curiosity has increased a lot. I couldn't help being curious. I went to the public phone booth, picked up the receiver and dialed the phone number I just asked my mother. As a result, only three digits are displayed on the screen, and "What's left? I don't know how many words. Please insert IC card "appears. What, you need an IC card? My little heart is full of depression. "Hey, why don't you make one yourself?" Hey, I'm really smart and my brain is really good. So I did and ran home. I found a lead drawing paper, a pencil and a pair of scissors. I drew a rectangle, cut it out with scissors, wrote "IC card" with a pencil, and drew a circle of lace with colored strokes. I ran to the telephone booth with my masterpiece, and passers-by looked at it with strange eyes. Let others talk. " I put my IC card into the socket, picked up the receiver and dialed the phone number again. The screen still shows "insufficient balance, please insert IC card". Because the IC card I made is made of paper, it is very soft, and it will be attached as soon as I plug in the phone. I thought: is it not inserted in place? So I tried to put the "IC card" in again, and I thought it would be all right. I didn't expect the screen to show "Fault". Fault! " "What a broken phone? It's not as good as my own home! " I dropped the receiver and walked away as if nothing had happened. The next day, the telephone booth was surrounded by several maintenance personnel, and one of the uncles muttered, "Whose child is this so wicked?" I kept reading my "masterpiece" and my face turned red. I will do such a foolish thing again.