It was the summer after my fifth birthday, and my mother gave me a big balloon with a lovely Doraemon painted on it. As long as you throw it gently into the sky, it will fly lightly into the air and then fall, which is very interesting. I always show off in front of children. One day, after a heavy rain, many small pools accumulated in my yard. I saw that the rain had stopped, so I ran to the yard and threw balloons. The balloon was spinning in the air, and I chased it and shouted, "What fun! It's beautiful! " Suddenly, the balloon landed in a small pool. I ran to pick it up. Unfortunately, there is a big piece of muddy water on the balloon. What to do! I'm smart. I remember the last time I got my handkerchief dirty, and my mother took it to the fire. Why don't I bake it with fire, too Bake the mud with fire, and the balloon must be clean! But mom bakes handkerchiefs in winter. Why is there a stove in summer now? This reminds me that when my mother makes a fire, she always lights some paper first. So I also found paper. I took the balloon into the house, found a match, lit the paper, and then quickly took the balloon stained with mud to the fire. Suddenly, the balloon exploded with a bang. I was so startled that I couldn't help jumping up. The beautiful balloon suddenly broke into pieces. When I woke up, I couldn't help crying ...
Then my mother found me playing with fire and criticized me. But my mother bought me another balloon, which I cherish very much. I never dare to play with balloons in the yard again, for fear of getting the beautiful balloons dirty again.
The train of childhood is full of colorful dreams, and the road to dreams is long. Those interesting dreams add a lot of happiness and happiness to this long road. ...