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In the ordinary study, work and life, we are all more familiar with the essay, according to the characteristics of the writing proposition, the essay can be divided into propositional and non-propositional essays. You always have nothing to write when you write an essay? The following is my carefully organized memories of childhood excellent essay, for your reference and reference, I hope to help friends in need. Memories of Childhood Excellent Essay 1 Elementary school life is going to end, and my childhood life will also pass away. But the interesting things of my childhood life have left me pleasant memories, which make me want to stay in my childhood forever and not want to grow up. Turning the page of my wonderful memories, I went back to my childhood. My childhood was spent in my hometown. The beauty of my hometown made me unforgettable all my life. Especially the forest was beautiful. There are colorful flowers, lovely birds and a clear river there. I remember the fall of 20xx, I was only 5 years old. My father bought me a bicycle, but I didn't know how to ride a bicycle at that time, so I pushed my bicycle to that little forest to learn to ride a bicycle. First, I got on the bike, didn't ride on it and fell down, I didn't give up, I rode on it a few more times, and after a long time, I learned to ride a little bit, but in the curved road, I wobbled. Flop! I fell into the water, I desperately shouted for help, and struggled desperately in the water, but no one came to save me, and I do not know how to swim, in a hurry, my hands kept shaking, my feet could not stop stirring backward I actually learned to swim! Then I swam and swam and swam! Finally, I swam to the shore. After I got to the shore, I pushed my bike in the direction of home. At this time, I was a little hungry, maybe because I didn't go home to eat at noon! When I was about to lose my strength, I saw an apple tree not far ahead of me, and I happily pushed my bike towards it. When I came to the apple tree, I saw that the fruits on the tree were already ripe, so I climbed up the tree and picked 4 or 5 apples down, and I had just finished eating them when someone saw me and asked loudly, "Why are you stealing my apples?" Said, called the dog to come after me, I was so scared that I got on my bike and skipped, because in the heat of the moment, I actually learned how to ride a bike again, maybe the dog was tired, it never caught up with me. I got home safely. When I got home, it didn't matter how much my mom scolded me, my heart was immersed in the day's strange encounter. Childhood Memories Excellent Essay 2 Childhood is so colorful, an interesting story like a star in the sky, always emitting light, and like a piece of candy, there are sweet and sour taste, let a person recall a lot of memories. Last year, something happened that made me sad. A Friday afternoon, the weather looked very cold, walked to the class, saw the teacher's serious expression, I knew there must be something going on, heard classmates say it was the language grades, I disdained. The teacher opened his mouth, "Today we announce the results, Gao x x: 96 points, Wang x x: 99 points ...... "Almost read 70 points have not heard my name, I can not help but get nervous, "Xu x x 70 points! " Hearing this news, my heart is very bad. Walking on the way home, my heart is as cold as the weather: what to do? Usually language scores are not less than 90 points, I actually scored 70 points, how can I explain to my mom? At this time, "lie" two words in my brain came out. Back home, I told my family, "I scored 98 points, congratulate me!" My mom smiled, my dad said he wanted to reward me, but I was afraid of revealing my faults, so I ran to my room and cried, and I heard my dad shouting at me: "××, come on, I'll take you to eat KFC." I went out, although KFC is very good, but it is the worst flavor of the meal I ate. A few days later, my dad asked me, "Is that grade of yours real?" "What?" I didn't care, "The test score!" "I ...... I ...... of course it's ...... real." I stammered to answer, Dad seemed to see my mind, kept asking questions, I felt that I could not hide it, so I told the truth one by one. The smile on my mom's face disappeared, my dad lowered his head, and he couldn't help but give me a "bamboo shoots fried with shredded pork", but my mom stopped me. After an hour or two of teaching, I finally understood: lying is shameful! I also promised my mom and dad that I would never tell a lie again and be an honest child. The story has happened for a long time, and when I think of it I always regret a little, but also feel funny. Maybe childhood is like this, containing sweet and sour. Childhood Memories Excellent Essay 3 After the New Year's Day evening meal at my grandmother's house, we sang songs, which made me think of my childhood, in the kindergarten ...... "Good New Year, good New Year, bless you all a good New Year! We sing, we dance, wishing everyone a good new year!" At the end of the song, countless fireworks bloomed in the sky, and we jumped and screamed and cheered the arrival of "fireworks" in the kindergarten, just as the song said. This song was the result of a month's rehearsal by our class, and in order to make the program more energetic, our teacher gave us a lot of movements. So, on the last night of the year, we held hands with the adults and opened the door to the New Year. All the laughter echoed in my ears. I remember that night I cried, not because of anything else, but because the firecrackers were so loud and scary. In recalling the elementary school ...... "every street and alley, everyone's mouth, meet the first sentence, is congratulations congratulations ...... "Our fifth grade teachers and students, in the "Big head doll" under the leadership of the whole playground around the jumping and jumping, a song sung, everyone's body has been all hot, simply do not feel that should be let us fear of the cold. The school had already put up ribbons, and the yellow letters on the red background of the banner read: Happy New Year! The classrooms were also full of joy. Everyone was well prepared for the New Year. We had a break from our heavy school work and used the time to hold a school party. It was also our last New Year's Day party at school, and it was undeniably the best one! At the end of the day, we released balloons. Thousands of balloons went up in the air, creating a magnificent sight in the sky. We watched the last balloon disappear into our eyes before we returned to our senses, releasing our dreams and letting us, the young eagles, grow up happily! I was already in tears at this time, I will have spent how many New Year's Day, they are the record of my year all the mood of the small package, when I pick them up again, what kind of mood it will be? New Year's Day has come and gone, I'm a year older, and I've grown up in more ways than I can count. Time is gone and I can only cherish the present and create the future. I'm going to pat the dust on my body and go to welcome the new year! Childhood memories excellent essay 4 Everyone in the golden childhood has a beautiful memory, sweet and sour and spicy each one is inevitable. I also have a wonderful childhood, childhood sweet and sour, more than anyone else in the deep. I remember when I was a child, once, when I was eating, I took the bowl of rice, with a hand to support their heads with a spoon desperately in the rice, aunt saw, busy saying: "Alas, eat quickly eat quickly. I had to reluctantly hard to their own stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice, eat a mouth full of, aunt coaxed me to say; "eat quickly, eat I invited you to eat McDonald's pull, OK? However, the aunt said to me is not very effective, I just have a few mouthfuls of rice together into the mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, reluctantly swallowed, alas! At that time the feeling can really see difficult, "aunt, I don't want this bowl, give me a new bowl, OK? I said to my aunt, "I don't want this bowl. Auntie paused for a moment, and immediately said, "OK, OK!" I saw my aunt picking up my rice bowl and heading to the kitchen. But in a moment, she came out and said, "Here, the rice is here." I said, "Auntie, are you feeding me?" "Yes, yes." My aunt fed me a few bites. Then I said to my aunt, "Auntie, I don't want this bowl!" Aunt walked back into the kitchen and came out and fed me again. It went back and forth like this three times, and it was on the fourth time that I quietly followed my aunt back to the kitchen, trying to scare her, only to see her put the bowl of rice on the table and serve me a little bit more, not pouring the rice at all, but giving me bowl after bowl of food. Hmph! At that time, I was really angry! However, after thinking about it, it seems like I was wrong too yay! The memories of my childhood are so beautiful and ridiculous! Childhood memories excellent essay 5 Modern technology is so advanced that as long as there are cameras, camcorders ...... and digital media, almost everything can be recorded electronically, including one's memories of growing up. But mountains of photo books are not enough for me who has thirteen years of growing up memories. Compared to a pile of cold photos, I prefer actual things because they have experienced the same things as I have. In my room, I have a cardboard box that is filled with my memories of growing up. But I can't forget the watch that accompanied me with six years of elementary school memories. When I was in the first grade, my father gave me that watch. At that time, the innocent me felt that I had "grown up" and finally had the chance to wear a watch! From now on, I think back, I was in elementary school very hate nap time, because can not sleep, I look at their own watch, the second hand ran round and round, the minute hand walked a grid and a grid, thinking: how to save my clock is not yet playing? In my lower grades, I couldn't wait for my mom to pick me up and take me home, I cried while looking at my watch, the unforgettable scene of filling my eyes; now that I've grown up, I'm denying that I'm a crybaby, but I've seen it all on my watch. Fourth grade, in a small test, encountered a question will not be a single choice, I looked at my watch helplessly, just saw the second hand to thirty-three seconds, I chose three, the results of the lucky guess right. Others asked me if the exam was easy. I didn't dare to answer because my watch remembered it all. When I graduated from the sixth grade, the whole class looked at their watches and counted down to graduation. The heart is full of mixed feelings, on the one hand, happy to have completed six years of elementary school, on the other hand, but the parting of the classmates and hard to hide the sadness. Now, I have a new watch, but on the morning before the first day of school, I got up and realized that the "new watch" had disappeared, so I quickly took out the "old watch" full of memories from my old cardboard box, and I was still attached to the traces of my past growing up before the brand new start. At that moment, I realized that the importance of an old watch to me is far more than a bunch of photos, because it has accompanied me through countless growing up courses and little by little. Childhood memories excellent essay 6 Memories of childhood, childhood, childhood is so gorgeous and colorful, an interesting story like the stars in the sky, emitting light, childhood is like a piece of candy, there are sweet and sour taste, evocative ...... Remember once, I went to Dihe Park to play skateboarding, I skated alone, and I happened to meet my classmate--Meng x x, so I played with Meng x x. We were telling jokes and competing in running ...... together and having a good time. Playing, somehow, I pushed him a little, he counterattacked back at once, so we somehow fought and fought. At this time, his father came, asked me what was going on, I actually said: "do not fight, do not know!" His father suddenly laughed, said: "Although the words so, but can not do so, you are classmates, but also good friends, can not hurt the peace, well, play to go!" Listening to his father's words, I bear in mind, and happily and Meng x x went to play skateboarding together. Another time, my father and I went fishing, I first threw the hook into the sparkling blue water, sitting on the ground quietly waiting, five minutes, ten minutes ...... I finally can't wait, suddenly, I felt something tugging on the hook, I'm so happy, violently lifted up, who knows is a ball of water plants, I was very frustrated, and "Fishing should be patient!" Dad said as if nothing had happened. So, I listened to my dad's words and waited patiently, finally, the hook sank downward, I put the rod violently upward, a big fish shining in the sun, I was ecstatic "Dad", my dad turned his head, saw a big fish, and stuck out his thumb to me, and finally, we went back in love with each other. From then on, I learned to be patient in everything I do. Childhood stories are so interesting. Now they seem so beautiful and childish. However, only these stories make my childhood life colorful. Childhood memories excellent essay 7 In my hometown of Guzhen has a lot of my childhood memories, those memories are like engraved in the town how to erase can not be erased. There is a small open space in front of my home, and when I was young, I often went with my brother to catch grasshoppers. Catching grasshoppers was the most fun. The flexible grasshopper swept past me in the grass like lightning, and I lunged forward, but he dodged. As we jumped around in the grass, we would come across a butterfly or two, and I would run after it until I caught it. Sometimes I would go to my grandpa's vegetable shed to dig for earthworms, and we would turn over the soil and fill the bottles with the tangled trophies. My head was covered with sweat, but I was not happy. Hand is also dirty, all the mud, black breath is also very fresh earthy flavor, sometimes in a hurry, with a hand in the face to wipe the sweat, and all of a sudden became a big flower face, causing the companions to burst of laughter. Now, when I went to the old "amusement park", has been completely different, a block of high-rise buildings blocked the joy of childhood, can no longer find that feeling, a face of despair, only a deep sigh. My greatest fear in life is dogs. That is from the village when I was a child, there are often wild dogs roaming around, a see a stranger barking, in fact, the dog is also very afraid of people, it dares to bark in the distance, bluffing, and we will be afraid of the dog will pounce on the front to bite us a bite. So when I go out, I usually prepare a few small stones, in case the wild dogs are in hot pursuit. In the middle of the night, when I was sleeping in my dreams, there would often be a sudden bark from the wild dog, and then I would wake up and grab the blanket for fear that he would come and bite me. Looking back now is how funny, childish ah! Nowadays, walking along the wide highway, there are no more of these lively barks. Hundreds of miles around are only the roar of the machine, but let a person feel lonely and helpless. Childhood memories are always beautiful, only childhood is free, happy is how desirable, I wish I could go back to childhood again, but I also know that people always have to grow up, we can always keep only good memories. Childhood memories excellent essay 8 The world of childhood is colorful, and there are often some very interesting things happened in my childhood. When I was five years old, one day after lunch, my friends and I went to the orchard to play hide-and-seek. We first rowed "rock-paper-scissors" to decide who to catch and who to hide. Live next door to my little sister guessed lost, the first to do "catch", she stood under a tree, closed her eyes, mouth slowly counting: "one, two ......" everyone rushed to the surrounding area. Spread out, looking for a place to hide. Some hide behind the big trees; some simply climbed to the trees, hiding in the dense foliage; some use an empty basket filled with fruit to cover themselves. And I quickly hid in a clump of tall, dense grass, quietly crouching, not daring to move. As soon as that little sister counted to ten, she couldn't wait to open her eyes and look around, hoping to find someone to take her place earlier. I don't know whether it was because everyone was hiding tightly or because the little sister was too stupid, but she searched for a long time and couldn't find a "successor". When I heard her footsteps approaching the grass pile where I was hiding, I was so nervous that I held my breath and my heart was pounding. "Don't come out yet, I see you!" My little sister suddenly shouted. I was shocked, thought the little sister saw me, then, I suddenly found a black spider climbed up my pants leg, I was shocked, while shouting "help" from the pile of grass out. The little sister saw, happy to laugh and bend over: "Ha, ha! ....... You fell for it, you fell for it!" Originally, the little sister to find anxious, then make this "false move", but I was so unlucky, alas -! Now, whenever I think back to that scene, always can not help but laugh out loud, childhood life is really interesting. Childhood Memories Excellent Essay 9 In my memories, childhood is a picture; in my memories, childhood is a dream; in my memories, childhood is a wonderful memory. Of course, I can't remember from birth in my memories, but I can still barely remember from kindergarten. I remember that my best friends in kindergarten were Kennie Dong, who is now in fourth grade four, and Jingyi Liu, who is also in fourth grade four. Nowadays I can still run into Kaini Dong sometimes and talk to her. Going back further, I can only think of snippets, more of what my mom told me. There's one I can't talk about, it's my secret, but the rest can be told. I like to roll over and spin around when I sleep, and in my eyes sleep is like a dance performance. One time, I went to bed at night clearly upright and slowly, slowly, turned around during the night. Woke up in the morning and, huh? Head and feet reversed! Pillow on the reverse side! The second night ...... went to bed square. Woke up in the morning, ah! Head on the wall, feet outside, how can that be! Put pillows inside! As a result, the third night I rolled straight down, the heavens ah ~~~~~ In the end, I can only put three blankets on the floor , spread the sheets put pillows, sleep! It's so comfortable ...... I remember when I first went to elementary school, just on the first day of school, I still don't want to go it, now I can't wait to go to school, I can't believe it. My best friend from kindergarten is now far away from me, but I have better friends again. I'm so happy! I have friends everywhere, just like the song: "Friends for life", right? Childhood can not be separated from friends, cherish their friends, childhood is as if around. Memories of childhood will always be beautiful, let us cherish our childhood! Memories of childhood excellent essay 10 Where are the small bridges and rivers? Wash away the dust and float peach blossom stamens? --Title The days of childhood are short, the days of childhood are beautiful. In fact, childhood is in that not far away. After I entered junior high school, I miss those good times of childhood: humming a song without melody with good friends after school in the afternoon, laughing loudly, every day unrestrained, do not have to worry about the test, the test is not good no one cares about you, and friends running wild on the road, want to Laughing, want to cry, in addition to friends, family, do not have to get along with another person, childhood, there are colorful clouds, peach blossoms, the bright moon, there is running water, there are In childhood, there are colorful clouds, peach blossoms, bright moon, flowing water, and green grass. In my childhood, I could laugh like a fool, although I didn't know why I laughed after I laughed, I could hold the TV and adjust the channel randomly just to watch an advertisement for instant noodles, I could jump into the sea of books when I had time to "drink some water", and although I had bumps and bruises, I was still stubborn enough to get up and continue walking. I miss my childhood, because after school at five in the afternoon, after finishing homework, you can play in the park, crazy jumping, and after dinner into a warm blanket feeling. People say that adolescence is the golden time of life, but I think that childhood is the golden time of life. Childhood, more beautiful than adolescence, more free, more unrestrained, more provincial, more sunshine. My childhood has passed, and now whenever I light the lamp, night battle homework, I always miss that has passed childhood, in that not distant childhood, there are traces of my life are unforgettable years, engraved in the heart. I miss my childhood, I miss the memories of my childhood, I miss those friends in my childhood. In that not so distant place, buried my childhood, which belongs to my soil, shining faintly, is the wealth of my life. Childhood memories excellent essay 11 Wipe away the flashes of childhood memories and savor them, you will feel endless fun. Every year, when spring arrives, everywhere is full of vigor and color. So there were kites flying in the sky one after another. Gradually, there are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground, which is really lively and bustling. Once the kite-flying season arrives, as long as you go to the square and the broad ground, you will see many children playing freely with their friends, and then look up at the blue sky, you will be surprised to find a group of kites floating in the air as if they were partners. There were many different kinds of kites, including swallows, butterflies, bees, and the rare long centipede, all of which were so colorful that you couldn't take your eyes off of them. Some children even hold two, three ...... lively on the ground, the sky is also lively. Every time we see such a scene, my brother and I will also want to move. So immediately ran to buy a kite, put on a good line, brothers pay attention to the wing to the grass. I opened the thread and held the line from a distance, while my brother held the kite with both hands and stepped back, and we were so excited. When I pulled the line, I shouted like a serious general, "Let go!" My brother let go of his hands and let the kite fly freely. However, sometimes my younger brother would play tricks and say, "I want to hold the line ...... you listen to my order! ...... "Being so upset by him, I had to let him go. But he always put not high, three or two heels planted down. So often I would run over to seize the line in his hands, and my brother had no choice but to admit defeat, staring blearily at the line in my hands, admiring my skill in my heart. I found the wind direction, gradually let go of the long line, and when the kite flew higher and higher, I handed over the silk line to my brother, who ran and cheered happily. We then laughed and shouted. By this time, both of us had already tied our playfulness to the kite line, and our hearts were flying towards the kite, flying towards the deep blue sky, flying towards a perfect future. Childhood is great! Life was always so carefree and uninhibited. Unfortunately, time flies like an arrow, and my childhood has long since slipped away. I would like to pick up the lost golden childhood a...! Childhood memories of excellent essay 12 Childhood is the most innocent, the most rosy, the most flawless period of good time in every person's life. A few days ago, I went back to my home, a special walk walk in the village side of each path, the past bit by bit from the body, so sigh, never go back to the old days... no longer find then carefree happiness. Now I remember, when I was a child, I was really good, no worries, only happy, as beautiful as the clouds in the sky, white and bright, colorful, like the dandelions floating in the wind, free and easy, is a period of time full of curiosity full of fantasies, once a small head, always loaded with strange ideas, sometimes imagining that I was a bird, sometimes flying freely in the high blue sky, sometimes stopping in the branches of the tree to shake and fan their wings, sometimes imagining that they were a bird, sometimes flying freely in the blue sky, sometimes stopping in the branches of the tree to shake and fan their wings, sometimes imagining that they were a bird. Fan their wings, sometimes fantasize themselves like fish in the water, in the clear see low water to swim around and so on ... always fantasize a lot of many ... ... We rural children, from childhood have learned to suffer, so unlike the city dolls, after school, put down their bags, enjoy their lives. After school we eat a little pot of leftover rice still have to herd cattle to go, then we herd cattle have a team, every day after school to herd cattle on the field are laughing, every family in the village at that time have cattle, my family has three cows, a bull, a cow, there is a calf, I remember my family that the bull is very lazy, but also very obedient, and sometimes on the slope I rode on the back of it, (I'm still lazy) wait until you can put cattle place and then down, and then let them graze there, we also have to go to cut firewood, playing wild vegetables, spring, summer and sometimes pick pure natural mushrooms, we are a group of children dressed in different clothes of different colors, flowers and greenery all over the mountain. After finishing, we chased each other in the mountains, rape fields, playing with each other, we laughed, we argued, tired to lie down, lying in the golden rape flowers, looking at the fluttering butterflies, busy bees, talking about our great dreams, longing for a better future ... Childhood memories excellent essay 13 Memories of childhood is golden, is sweet, happiness and joy surrounded us, carefree and free. Looking at the concrete road in front of me, I can't help but think of that hot afternoon again. When I was a child, every day around one o'clock in the afternoon, adults would always let us take a nap, and this time the war was quietly kicked off. I lay in bed pretending to sleep, half an hour later, slowly began to get out of bed, I am a veteran miles, did not make a sound. When I arrived at the "secret base", many of my friends were waiting for me. We talked and laughed as we walked towards the river, the water had dried up and was full of garbage, and the scene of playing by the river that year came back to me. My friends and I got bamboo poles, rough ropes, an iron hook, and the fishing rod was finished, the fish swam around in the water, looking at us from time to time. Some people were fishing, so we went down to the river to swim, and jumped hard, splashing, and when the water fell, the people were gone. I rushed down the river, I did not expect my feet do not know what tripped, then fell into the water, when I stood up again, saw my friend in the bad smile, I knew it was his potential ambush me in the water, I rushed over, but I did not expect to be ugly big, a slip of the feet, "Oops", I look, turn sad into happy, is the turtle, the size of the head is not small it, I'm very happy, and do not swim! I am very happy, and do not swim, play the turtle ...... and then go forward is a forest. This is a good place for us to cool off, play tired, pick a few leaves to make a small cup, from the well to play some water, climb a tree to lie down, listening to the robin singing, we drink water, chatting, this life is really pleasant. At night, we sat around the door looking at the stars, accompanied by a chorus of robins and crickets, listening to the adults talk about their families, while the naughty children went to the fields to catch crickets with an electric light. Recalling the little moments of the old home, happiness is quietly written on the face again. Childhood memories excellent essay 14 I remember when I was small almost ten years old, I have a very loving grandmother, she is very kind and amiable, when I was small, my grandmother was very spoiled me, I also like my grandmother very much, once during the summer vacation, our family went to Beijing to play, we watched the Bird's Nest and the Great Wall, I had several times to mess with my father, my father was about to hit me when my grandmother would stand up to me to solve the problem, and finally Dad had to put up with it. We climbed the Great Wall, long, long ah, climbed us exhausted, but Grandma's physical strength is good ah probably because she woke up early every day to exercise the reason. Grandma is always in front of us my mom and dad and I are almost down, and finally I and my dad said; wait a minute first rest in the continue to walk. Then we stopped next to put down the backpack took out the food to, first fill up the stomach in the walk it. Then the grandmother only drank a little water, warming up on the side, I sometimes really admire the grandmother, with such great physical strength I have to learn from the grandmother! After a while, we finished eating and rested well, we continued to walk, grandma shouted in front of the 'come on almost there, continue to hold on hope is not far away'. Hearing this, we immediately raised our spirits and accelerated our pace forward. Half an hour passed~ We finally arrived; Oh my god, this scenery is so beautiful, calling people unforgettable ah. I immediately took out my camera to capture the beautiful scenery. After a while, grandma said; come and take a picture together, keep it as a souvenir. 'Cheese'. Great, it's really the most beautiful family photo. It's all full of memories, it's a beautiful view that I saw with my family trying to climb up together, how proud I am! This is a wonderful memory of me and my family, I can't help but smile whenever I think about it, what a wonderful memory, I want to collect it in my heart forever. My wonderful childhood! Childhood memories excellent essay 15 Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart; childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you reminisce; childhood is like a stormy rainbow, colorful and gorgeous; childhood is like the afterglow after the evening sunshine, so nostalgic; and like the curved path, let us grow up. The wind can't possibly blow away this warm memories; the rain can't possibly cover up this one touching melody, only the lovely sunshine will save it ...... Remember when I was a child, it said, "Sow melon and you get melon, sow beans and you get beans." Whenever, I would innocently ask of?" "Of course it's true." I said. Then I thought, I must try it. What should I plant then? I was suddenly struck by an idea. Oh yes, wouldn't honey also work, and I like eating honey very much, when the honey tree grows, I can eat it as I pick it, great, I thought beautifully. I dug a small hole, then I poured the jar of honey I bought into the soil and buried it. Then I went home with a sense of accomplishment, thinking, what will the honey tree grow into? When I got home, I ate a quick dinner and then tried to dream about my honey tree. Honey tree, here I come! The next day, early in the morning, I went to see my honey tree in the end to grow out or not, when I got there, I plowed through the soil to see, there are a lot of black and slimy things crawling around, come closer to see, it turned out to be ants. The ants must have been so happy today that they were having a party. I almost cried out. Why was this happening? I came home sobbing and questioning." Fumble said, "What did I lie to you about." Then I told Belly Laugh all about it and proceeded to say, "Honey, honey is what the bees pick off the flowers, not what they grow like you do." When I heard that, it dawned on me. Now, Father Time has come and taken childhood away in a hurry. I wouldn't plant honey to get ants like I used to, much less cry out. Thank the old man of time, because he compiled childhood into a purest and most sincere and beautiful book printed in my heart!