my childhood

Childhood is colorful, like a beautiful shell on the beach; childhood is a book that records our bits and pieces; childhood is a painting that renders our colorful stories.

There is one thing that is indelible in my mind, and I still remember it so far. That was when I was five years old, once, my mother bought some vegetables. This is what I am reading intently. Mother and amiablely said: Can you help your mother wash the dishes? After listening to it, I thought: I can show my talents this time. So, I said happily: "Okay! Good!" Mom bought a lot of vegetables, how can I finish it quickly? I was bright and whimsical. I carefully put the dish in the washing machine. I am sitting in the heart of the washing machine and I am proud. The washing machine stopped, and I opened the lid of the washing machine with enthusiasm. Yeah! To my surprise. Cabbage became the commander of the light pole, the eggplant was riddled with holes, and the tomatoes had no shadow. I had a cold sweat. I washed the vegetables like this, I regret it. I understand: doing things can't be whimsical, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

Childhood, a nostalgic childhood, innocent, let me walk through without care. Childhood, childhood, with you is more exciting in my life!

Sixth grade: Sun Meiling