How to write a composition starting from childhood?

Time, in the blink of an eye, quietly flows through your fingers, silently. -inscription

Open the textbook I have learned before, and the font changes a little. Forget it, oh! I was eleven years old before I knew it. I have gone through eleven spring and autumn periods and spent more than three thousand days. Time passed like this. Looking back, I found myself so naive and ridiculous. I opened the photo album and recalled my own bits and pieces. ...

I was four years old at that time, and I would pass by that small grocery store every day after school. My mother took my childish hand. When I pass by there, I always look out at the tempting snacks involuntarily, always pestering my mother to ask, "Mom, I want to eat …" I pointed to the potato chips, but my mother refused, and my little eyes immediately aroused a layer of tears. I didn't leave, so I bowed my head there. My mother didn't like me, so she turned away. When I saw it, I burst into tears. By the way, I sat on the ground. As soon as my mother saw it, she rushed over, grabbed me, took my little hand and hurried away. In the car, regardless of my personal image, I cried on the mat of the car, and my eyes were swollen like small peaches. Maybe my mother changed her mind and bought me one from the supermarket.

Twelve is a teenager. Looking back on the eleven years I have gone through, I may have some regrets. Looking back suddenly, it passed so quickly!

When people don't pay attention, good times always slip away in the dark. Like flowing water flowing east, it can never be recovered. The time you can see is right in front of you, but you just don't know it. This is not yesterday's time, but where did yesterday's time flow from our hands? Childhood is the best stage of life. At that time, children were a flower and a fruit, an ignorant intelligence, an endless activity and a strong desire!