I loved my face when I was young.

Childhood is a palette, and when we were young, we were an outstanding painter who could always draw a picture that would surprise everyone with this colorful palette and a piece of pure white paper.

It was a sun-filled Sunday, and that was just six years old. Mother took me to the hospital to take a vaccination. As soon as I stepped into the hospital, I saw many people wearing white coats. I saw these people wearing white coats, and my heart was full of doubts. Then I curiously asked my mother: "Mom, what are these people doing?" "Help you get an injection." I felt a sigh, thinking that the injection could hurt. I will definitely cry, but I can't cry, crying is very faceless. what should I do? Suddenly, I had a chance to cry, and I didn’t cry when I was in the injection. I was crying when no one was around, so I wouldn’t have no face.

When I walked into the room where the vaccination was made, I began to feel uneasy. I started to be scared again: I was afraid that he played too heavy, so I couldn't help but cry all the time; I was afraid that he would not be able to fight in many times, so I would definitely cry.

This tense moment finally arrived. I pretended to brave the sleeves and said to the doctor: "I am not afraid of pain, you can call it!" After listening to my words, the doctor said to me with a smile, "OK, little sister." Then I rubbed my arm with a cotton swab and then inserted it with a needle. After I saw the doctor complete a series of actions, I thought: It hurts! The doctor said: "The little girl is brave! Not afraid of injections!" After I heard it, my heart was sour and sweet. After walking out of the hospital, I looked around and found that no one had changed and wowed. "What's wrong?" Mom asked doubtfully. "Just now, the injection is too... It hurts too much. I don't dare to be... When so many people cry, so...so...so now...just now...I’m crying now.” I cried mom. "You are a child who loves face!" Mom said with a smile.

When I was young, I really loved my face! In order not to lose face in the hospital, I even cried when I left the hospital.

Grade 5 of Sanxin School, Songjiang District, Shanghai: Xiaobing