What are ten examples of childhood fun?

The first interesting childhood story:

I remember when I was a child, my sister Xiaohan and I went to the school where my mother worked. We went to see the goldfish and went to the playground together. When I walked to the playground, I saw a pine forest next to the bunker on the playground, and many dried pine cones fell on the ground.

We were a little sad, and suddenly we had a brainwave and began to plant pine cones. At first I dug a hole and my sister went to find water. Then we chose a good pine cone together, thinking that a good pine cone can grow a good pine tree. At that time, we didn't know that this dry pine tower could not grow pine trees, and our hearts were full of expectations.

Everything is ready. We solemnly put the end of the pine cone in the center of the pit, poured some water, and then refilled the pit with soil. Similarly, my sister and I planted seven or eight at a time. Although tired and sweaty, we are both very happy in our hearts.

In the following days, as long as we have time, we will go to see the pinecones we planted, but as time goes by, the pinecones have never improved. We were surprised and asked our mother, who smiled and said, "We can't plant pine trees like this." When you grow up and have scientific knowledge, you will know what is going on.

Every time I think about it, I will deeply feel that my childhood, despite my ignorance, is still interesting and unforgettable! These ignorance made me understand how terrible it is to have no knowledge, which made my sister and I dare not relax in our studies in recent years.

Thanks to my childhood, it brought me happiness and inspired me to forge ahead.

The second interesting childhood story:

When I was young, I often did things that adults couldn't think of, because I was young and ignorant, and I made many jokes. I remember when I was five years old, I often saw my mother talking on her cell phone and turning it off every night. I thought it was fun at the time. One night, my mother didn't notice me, so she went to my mother's bed, took her cell phone to bed and began to observe.

I looked around and pushed around. Hey! It's open, isn't it? What is this? I look around and pour it up. Pa, a flat, almost cuboid thing fell. It doesn't matter, hide first! Then, I put that thing in my mother's pocket and closed the lid. ...

The next morning, my mother didn't pay attention and went to work with her mobile phone. Later, my mother said that I went to the office and found that my mobile phone was broken. She thought it might be dead, so she took out the charger and plugged it into her mobile phone to charge it, but the indicator light didn't light up. What's going on here? My mother changed another socket, but it still won't open. I am in a hurry. She told her colleagues that the mobile phone was broken and there was no response when charging.

Colleagues said to take off the battery and try again. At this time, my mother opened the back cover and was shocked. Why did the battery fly away unexpectedly? Then I thought it was me. When I came home at night, my mother asked me where I put the battery. I took the battery out of her pocket, and my mother said I was a real troublemaker. I had good times in my childhood, and I heard stories that would make you laugh. Those are the good times I will always miss!

The third interesting childhood story:

When I was sick, I couldn't eat at all. I just stayed in bed. Not to mention taking medicine, even my favorite poached egg will spit out after eating it. Every injection is more difficult. I cried and made noise, scratched and bit. It takes a few helpers to hold me down. Grandma's biggest headache is that I am sick. She said that if she could take my place, she would be ill for me.

The fourth childhood fun:

I am an extrovert, and my mouth is not idle all day. I shoot like a machine gun from morning till night. But my sister has the opposite personality. Therefore, she often makes me cry because she is tired of my conversation. As long as I cry, grandma will not let her go. Grandma will hold down her sister and let me fight. I can't bear it. Grandma will teach her a lesson for me. When she cried, I felt more distressed and cried more sadly.

The fifth interesting childhood story:

Once, I was pulling a tractor on my way to school. And it went up from the middle of the trunk side, but the friends tried several times but didn't go up. I think standing on it is very powerful. Who knows getting on the bus is easier than getting off? My left arm was rubbed by the wheel when I jumped down. The next day, my swollen and purple arm kept putting on and taking off my sweater. This is a painful price to pay for temporary power.

Suddenly my foot slipped, a heavy mouth was gnawing mud and my nose was bleeding. I ran home with my bloody nose in my hands. Grandma hurried to help me clean. She was distressed and angry.

The sixth interesting childhood story:

Once, I was pulling a tractor on my way to school. And it went up from the middle of the trunk side, but the friends tried several times but didn't go up. I think standing on it is very powerful. Who knows getting on the bus is easier than getting off? My left arm was rubbed by the wheel when I jumped down. The next day, my swollen and purple arm kept putting on and taking off my sweater. This is a painful price to pay for temporary power.

The seventh interesting childhood story:

The mark on the calf. Once, when I was helping my grandmother make a fire, the red iron bar slipped out from under the firewood hot pot because of my inattention. There was only a creak, and the smell of barbecue went straight to the nostrils. It left a deep mark on the side of my calf on the spot.

The eighth interesting childhood story:

The danger of drawing water. One day, my sister and I went to fetch water together. I walked to the well and slowly put down the bucket with a rope. After I filled half a bucket of water, I lifted it hard. When I got to the wellhead, I found that there was too little water.

So, I slowly continued to carry the bucket, and as a result, the bucket almost dragged me down. My sister and I went home with half a bucket of water in fear, but we couldn't get over it for a long time. Grandma was even more afraid when she learned that, and taught me a lesson seriously.

The ninth childhood fun:

Once I told my mother my fantasy, and I felt that the sky was falling, but when I got up in the morning, my mother just smiled, looked into my simple eyes, touched my head and said, "Simple jade! In this world, at least until now, no one can touch the sky. " But I refused: "No way, I obviously touched it." My mother saw that I was persistent and didn't say anything.

I always watch it outside. I think I can only touch the sky if I climb to the top of the mountain. So I pestered my mother to climb the mountain every day. My mother couldn't stand it, so she took me to climb the mountain to dispel my thoughts.

That day, I got up early, and I couldn't help but get excited at the thought of touching the sky soon. "Are you ready?" "good".

When I came to the foot of the mountain and looked at the countless steps, my heart contracted a little, but I wouldn't give up. I have to touch the sky.

Finally halfway up the mountain, I gently said "tired", but my careful mother heard it. My mother jokingly asked, "What's the matter? So you have to give up? " "No, how is that possible?" My mother wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at me and smiled.

I looked up at the sky, still so high, unconsciously a little disappointed, but I still believed it.

When I finally reached the top of the mountain, my tears suddenly fell down. My pure self and my heart lost all illusions, so I kept crying. My mother comforted me and said, "The secret of the universe is unfathomable. If you want to explain this answer, you must study hard and try to reveal it yourself.

There are long and short lofty dreams. I think it is valuable to live a meaningful study life in my own expectation. I love the memories of my childhood, and I also love the interesting things of my childhood, because it makes my life colorful.

The tenth interesting childhood story:

Childhood is a perfect time. I still remember doing a funny thing when I was five years old!

When I went back to my hometown to play at the age of five, my grandmother made me some salted duck eggs, which were delicious! I thought: Grandma must have fed the duck salt, and then I caught the mother duck and fed it salt. As a result, my mother said that salted eggs were salted with salt water, so I didn't want them.

Now that I think about it, I feel quite innovative!