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Childhood


The childhood in memory is often shown in my dreams, sweet as ice cream. Childhood is like a colorful shell that I can't remember in my memory. When I pick it up, my mind always shows the true smile that day. Let me pick up a shell and slowly recall this childhood!

I was a childhood boy with two twisted ropes, and my face always had an innocent smile. When I was a child, I loved beauty. If there was something in my face, I would try my best to remove it. Whenever the adults wear beautiful clothes and wear the beautiful high heels, I am very envious. I always thought that if I could wear this high heel, I would be beautiful.

On a summer day, my mother is not at home. As the saying goes: "There is no tiger in the mountains, the monkey is called the king." So, I put out "paws" on the high heels, haha, it is really helping me. I crept out of the door, for fear of being discovered by others, but I really want to be a bit worried. I took my high heels and walked into the room. I quickly opened my mother's wardrobe, wow! This piece of clothing, I am very happy. I hurriedly picked up a pink dress and changed it. Although it looks a bit big, but no problem, I can just take it. After changing clothes, I wore 8 cm high heels and put them on my feet. I stood up on the wall, I didn't expect it, I didn't stand still, I slammed and fell a dog. It was so hard to wear high heels. Once again, I wanted to conquer these pair of high heels. I slowly stood up and found that I could do it. I let go of the wall and took a step, starting the second step, the third step. Although I walked like a person with inconvenient legs and feet, I am very happy. My mother is coming back, I have no choice but to retreat to the high heels, and the clothes are returned to the original place. This time, the high-heeled conquering, I am more satisfied, more happy!

This is a shining shell of my childhood, I will lock it in the small wooden box of childhood, and I will always be buried in my memory. what! This colorful childhood!

Fifth grade: Blue Cloud

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