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Whether in study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing essays, essays are no stranger to it, essays are the transition from internal to external language, that is, from the compressed brief, they can understand the language, to carry out, with a standardized grammatical structure, can be understood by others in the external form of language transformation. So have you ever understood the essay? Here is the memories of childhood essay I have compiled for you, welcome to share. Memories of Childhood Essay 1 Six years of elementary school life passed away quietly like running water, but drew an everlasting long scar in my heart. In these six years, how many storms have I experienced. Is it sour, is it sweet, is it bitter, is it spicy, is it colorful, or is it all five flavors, or is it ...... difficult to describe myself. All in all, it's a memorable experience. I remember a time in the summer, the sun shines high, cloudless, breeze, really a rare good weather. My aunt, brother and I took our fishing rods and ran through the streets at lightning speed. I came to Xingyuan Bridge and saw a few uncles fishing from afar. I rushed into the jump off the car, tied the hook, inserted the buoy, loaded with bait, and put into the water, waiting for the attack of the fish army. After a long hour of waiting, I didn't wait for the fish, but for a shrimp, which made me laugh and cry. I was so furious that I abandoned the first line of battle and entered the more intense second line. My brother, however, ran off to play. I was not discouraged. I gently shake the rod, lure the fish. 20 seconds later, the buoy began to report to me, I held my breath and stared, gleaming eyes stayed on the buoy, waiting for its violent outbreak of one day, the fish bites very slowly, as if some constraints, but the more it eats the more up and down, the floating table is finally angry almost jumped out of the water, I claimed that this opportunity, the rod will be lifted up, a side of the fish appeared in front of my eyes, my face swollen with smiles, I take down the fish, into the fish net. I took down the fish and put it into the fish net ...... This incident of my childhood I have recalled several times, and every time I think of it I am happy. Childhood memories essay 2 Golden childhood, innocent dream. La la la la! La-la-la-la-la has evoked the beautiful memories of my childhood. Rain knocking bucket hat tick tock, bare feet crackle crackle, all the way to catch the rain flower this joyful song y attracted me. We all started a splash tour with a water gun in one hand and a shield in the other. Wow a wave of water splashed into my face. Hahaha, just like that, I turned into a soupy chicken. Hmph! I was not convinced. I rolled up my sleeve and held a palmful of water and splashed it at Xiaodong, hahaha, you've become a drowned chicken too. Our war still continued, I stepped on the water splash under my feet and started to attack Xiaodong with a water gun, but he was not afraid, and at the same time, he also attacked me. After about hundreds of rounds of fighting, it was still no contest. We began to run in the water, the body is completely lost as if the direction, a moment to the east, a moment to the west, like a small loach, catch can not catch. I took advantage of his attention, in the palm of my hand full of water directly hit him, he did not give up, like a how to shake off the dog can not shake off, continue to chase after me to play. Childhood, is so beautiful! Just so curious, just so fantasy, looking forward to growing up in childhood a "childhood" y memorized my childhood memories, now think of how naive, how pure ah! Childhood memories essay 3 What is childhood? Is that a flower-like smiling face? Or is it that one silly and ridiculous thing? I still remember the hill behind my home, the place where our laughter was recorded. Do you remember the beautiful kites? How many joys and dreams it carried for us! Every time the kite flew, we chased it up the hill, ran, than whose kite flew high, kite line broke, then start again, run to the sweaty time, sit quietly on the hilltop, look at the white clouds drifting over the top of the head. Remember the sea of flowers on the mountain, that colorful, fragrant wildflowers, how many memories we can evoke ah! Although we love flowers, but every time the finger will disobedience to pick them, a small flower connected to a brightly colored wreath, some on the head, some hanging on the neck, some as a ring on the finger, the bumpy mountain road left us how many happy footprints ah! Do you remember the grass where we used to roll around? We rolled around on it, catching crickets, and remembering how we "abused" those crickets! The crickets we found were almost always in a state of disrepair, either with a broken arm or a broken leg. I like to lie on the grass and be blown by the wind, I like to lie on the grass and listen to my partner tell stories, I like to lie on the grass and look at the unpredictable white clouds. The green grass recorded how much laughter we had! What is childhood? Is it just a little memory that exists in my mind? Childhood memories essay 4 If you ask me, "Was your childhood happy?" I won't hesitate to tell you, "Yes, my childhood was very happy. But looking at my childhood is almost over, so I must cherish the rest of my childhood time to let my childhood happy over, so that childhood in my memory you are wonderful. What is childhood? I can't answer this question. Speaking of the word "childhood" I will remember the last time I played games with my cousin and cousin that day. On that day we played a lot of games. First we played the game of red and green light. A person said red, green light time then other people will run to the front of that person, catch the person who said red, green light three words who moved words who have to catch, then we play monkey gun water bottle. Several people into a circle to take this with a water bottle a person to come to the gun, we a few threw to Lin a person, who did not receive the water bottle by the gun of the person who took the water to be caught. We play the sweaty, came to cousin's home to play ...... cousin and cousin is playing to Barbie doll hair tie, I play computer. When we rested enough after I asked a few friends and went to the square to play ...... cousin and cousin play slide, I and my friends sit next to chat, play and play unconsciously almost dark, we went home. In this way we happily spent the day. I think this is called childhood, I must cherish my childhood before it is over. Don't let myself have regrets in my childhood. How precious childhood is! Childhood Memories Essay 5 Childhood is a wisp of spring wind, blowing across the earth of time; childhood is a small boat, sailing across the ocean of memory. Childhood comes, brings infinite joy, childhood goes, leaving behind, but the flowers of memories. I remember when I was a child, one day on a whim, want to give my mother to do fish eggs to eat. Fish eggs, as the name suggests, are eggs made from fish. First, I needed a fish, and it just so happened that my dad had bought a fish at home that day. I put the live fish on the chopping board and rolled and rolled on it with a rolling pin. Now that I think about it, it was really unlucky for that live fish to meet me. Then I tried to poke out all the fish spines, but I didn't know how to poke, what should I do? I remembered my mom's nail clippers from the day before, so I used them! I cut and plucked the fish for half a day, and finally got it done! Then I rolled it into balls. Teacher said to save water to wash hands, then use rice water to wash your hands, wash your hands, I rolled the fish into a ball, a great success! However, I didn't have any flour to coat them with at home! Oh yes, there is a lot of yellow flour in the yard can be used ah, I like stepping on a wind turbine to retrieve a pot of yellow soil, in the fish balls on the wrap, put in the pot a fried. The scene was horrible! I was skeptical about my life as a child. Mom came home from the beauty treatment, saw my hands "braised vegetables", yellow soil, fish splinters, fish blood all have. And then look at my hands to take the dish loess wrapped fish, a face of surprise and stagnation ...... childhood is my swing, carrying me to shake ah, shook to the moment of sweet memories. Childhood Memories Essay 6 "Lulalala! Lulala! Lula ......!" The moment of the day I looked forward to the most was the bath. After school, I rushed to the bathroom as fast as I could, ready to take a shower, because the hot sun during gym class, made me sweat profusely however I was satisfied when I came home and could still have a comfortable, unimpeded morning shower! Into the bathroom, pick up the shower ball, on the body smeared with soap, began my "bubble bath", I washed one side, the other side of the song, really like a happy little angel. Tired of playing, they wiped a lot of soap on the hands, clenched fists, gently blow, wow a lot of colorful bubbles have flown out of the bubble world as I am the Princess, a little bit of the feeling of immortality! When I think back to my childhood, I often take a bath with my mom, after hours, I think it is natural to take a bath with my mom, but my mom now says: "You can't take a bath with your mom when you grow up." That's why memories of being a child are precious. After the bath, I felt much more relaxed and refreshed, and at the same time, I washed all the dirt off my body, so it was really a "three" in one! Childhood memories7 Childhood is a colorful candy, in the mouth, a sweet aroma will fill your heart. Today, I'll tell you about my childhood - using the washing machine to give the animals a bath! Today, my mom went to buy fruits, and I was alone at home playing with the chicks. I was clean all over, but the chicks were dirty. I began to sympathize with the chicks: I could take a hot bath comfortably, but the chicks could not. I decided to give the chick a hot bath too! So I opened the lid of the washing machine and put the chicks in it. They thought it was a new home and "chirped" all the time. I followed my mother's example, put some detergent, closed the lid, started the washing machine. I thought happily: when the chickens were bathed, the chickens will be clean! Suddenly, there was a "beep" - the chick was clean! But when I opened the lid, the chicks were dead! I cried out. At this time, my mother came back, saw my appearance, crying and laughing, I told my mother what happened, my mother laughed and said: chickens and clothes are not the same, you can not use the washing machine! This is my childhood, think of it will still feel those chicks are very poor, my childhood is so naughty . I spent my childhood in such a naughty way! Childhood Memories Essay 8 Childhood is like a shell with beautiful memories engraved on it; childhood is like a wind with our shadows everywhere in it; childhood is like a song where our laughter can be heard. Whenever I think of them, a smile spreads on my lips. One of them is the most unforgettable. One afternoon when I was six years old, my brother took me to fish shrimp in the creek in my hometown, we came to the creek with the big sun, and a poplar tree looked at us with forked arms, as if saying, "Hello!" The river was sunlight into a silver silk, is a flash of dazzling light, what a beautiful sight! We quickly took out wooden poles, water bottles, fishing nets and other items. Brother began to fish shrimp, but I carry a small bucket, barefoot in back and forth in search of prey, I fixed my eyes, found in the bottom of the creek, there is a group of red and large lobster, in the walk it, and did not notice that I am holding a harpoon slowly approaching them, I locked the target, with the speed of lightning forked it, in a moment, there are many splashes of water spilled all over me, I can not afford to do, squatting down, checking the whether my unfortunate prey was still moving, and I saw that it was slapping my little face with its little red tail. Every time I moved my hand, he would "snap" his little tail. Time flies like an arrow, although this incident has passed a long time, but it is still imprinted in the bottom of my heart. The childhood memories essay 9 Looking at the green path, I fell into the memories. When was the last time I stepped on it with light steps? The little bit of green at the tip of my heart, where is it? The laughter in my ears, where should I look for it? Spring brings a flavorful lawn. We kids don't know how to protect the environment, running around and picking flowers. Our small footprints were left on the shiny grass. The lawn looks a little lonely under the hot sun. However, as soon as you approach the bamboo forest in the west, the sound of a silver-bell-like laughter will clearly reach your ears. Autumn came to the lawn. Overnight, the lawn was covered with a golden carpet. Snow patronized the lawn and made it look beautiful. Children ran out of their homes, all wrapped up. The pair of wide-eyed clear eyes, full of thirst. Today, the lawn has been converted into a parking lot. Here can no longer hear the sound of children playing and adults chatting, the green lawn has long disappeared, but it always has a place in my heart. My childhood has lawn, lawn full of my childhood. Goodbye, lawn. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that. Childhood memories essay 10 Childhood, there are many precious, beautiful memories, we need to cherish, protect. I put my childhood memories in a magical box, which contains a lot of beautiful memories. I was happy to open the box again. When I was a child, I often fantasized under the stars. One moonlit night, the evening breeze blew my hair and the stars smiled at me mischievously. I began to think there was a beautiful fairy on the moon. She wore shoes made of sky and a dress made of moonlight. Clouds of bobby pins in soft, black, willow-like hair. Beautiful. His face was covered with big, sparkling eyes. Red, flower-like lips that always gave her a sense of beauty. She was dancing! Shaking her body, shaking her hair, her brisk steps, her hands fiddling with her dress. What a beautiful dance! Wow! It is beautiful! If only I could stay in my childhood. Childhood is like a dream, a beautiful dream, and like a symphony, wonderful. I will never forget my poetic childhood. Memories of Childhood Essay 11 The sky was full of Xia Fei, after dinner I went for a walk with my father, strolling on the sheep's intestine path, inadvertently, came to the kindergarten that had been long parted from. It is still the same as before, so tall, bright, the setting sun's afterglow sprinkled on the courtyard wall, warm. I remember the past as if it was right in front of me. I remember that day was June 1 Children's Day, I had just recovered from illness, my parents sent me to the Qiaohong International Plaza to perform programs, I had not practiced for a long time with my partners, and did not dare to go on stage to perform. My enlightened teacher, who was also the class teacher, Mr. Liu, cast an encouraging look at me, came to my side, affectionately stroked my head, and said, "Chen Qingfeng is a brave child, don't be afraid, and you will definitely be able to do it." Dad also said, "Yes, you will be able to do it!" Although I was apprehensive, my courage increased steeply, and I went on stage with my classmates to perform. Accompanied by the music of "Dynamic Boys", we danced and harmonized our movements. After the performance, we received thunderous applause. Mr. Liu's words "Don't be afraid, you can do it" will always remain in my memory, accompanying me to grow up and urging me to strive for progress. "Son, what are you thinking about?" Dad saw me lost in thought and asked me gently, pulling me back from my memories. "Oh, I'm thinking back to the past in kindergarten, I remembered the dear teacher Liu." "You've grown up already" Dad said. "Yes" I nodded thoughtfully. Childhood dreams seem to be unfinished, had thought that I always grow up, who knows, quietly, I stepped on the footprints of time, flying through the cycle of the seasons, I gradually grow up. Childhood memories essay 12 I remember when I was 4 years old, I liked blowing bubbles the most. I found a bottle, poured water on it, added a small amount of washing powder, and stirred the water and washing powder with a straw to make bubble water. I came to the balcony, picked up a cup, dipped the straw in the foam water, gently blow, blew thousands of bubbles, some like Superman flying to the clouds, enjoy the world's great mountains, some greet the sun, talk about their own affairs of the heart; there are also courageous, not afraid of microorganisms messing up the route, a lot of hard work flew to the moon, and would like to play a good time. The most interesting to be counted as those affectionate "couple", they hold hands, a moment to dance, a moment to fly into space, dazzled me. All the bubbles in the brilliant sunshine shot red light, blue light, purple light ...... wind blowing, they dance, to realize their own dreams. Sometimes, I am also very jealous that they can realize their own dreams, while I can not, to spend the power of the bull. I remember one time, I was not convinced that I only blew such a small bubble, so I blew as hard as I could, but I didn't expect that it would be a blank in the end. Unfortunately, this is already in the past, since then I have never blown bubbles, except for the time when the vacation homework is done. But that didn't dissuade me. Now, my ideal is not blowing bubbles, I want to spend nine bulls and two tigers to read seriously, I want to spend time on reading, that is the source of knowledge. But I will never forget the joy of childhood! Forever and ever ...... childhood memories essay 13 Childhood, is a clear stream, the bubbling stream plays a melodious melody, take away my joyful dribs and drabs ...... "Mom is working overtime again! " Home from school at noon, see the locked door, I said to myself. Into the living room, the table is not mom ready to fry, but a note: "Baby, buy your own food." I was about to go look for money when I glanced at the noodles on the coffee table and thought to myself, "Why don't I make a meal for myself?" I had never cooked before, but I wanted to try. So I followed my mom's example, added water to the pot, put it on the gas stove, and flipped the switch. When the water boiled, I took some noodles and put them in. A moment on the boiling up, I do not know what to do, scared quickly turned off the switch, the noodles down, I was afraid of not cooked, it was simmered for twenty minutes, and when I lifted the lid, a look "ah?" How did the noodles rise all over the pot? No matter what, let's eat. Although the taste of noodles is not good, but my heart is very happy, because I grew up. There are many, many more interesting things in childhood ...... childhood memories essay 14 Everyone has a lot of memorable things in his or her childhood, and I have one. It was when I was four years old, once I had to pester my mother to ask where people came from, and she wouldn't answer. Finally, when she got impatient with my questioning, she told me the story of Nuwa's creation of man, which I believed. Once, I asked my friends to play with me, but there were too few people. I remembered the story of Nuwa's creation of man, so I told the kids about it and they agreed. I first made a clay figure, put it on the ground, and asked it affectionately, "What is your name and can you play with us?......" I asked for most of the day, but it did not have the slightest reaction, angry I grabbed the little mud man and threw it to one side. I didn't expect it to hit a little friend's head, just this action, triggered a "Iraq" war among us. In the end, I went home covered in mud. My mom asked me what happened, and I told her the whole story, and she laughed. I wondered why she laughed. Now I know why she laughed - people are born, not made. Memories of Childhood Essay 15 Light is like an arrow, and the sun and moon are like a shuttle. From toddler to teenager, I have experienced many interesting things, some sad, some happy, some angry, and some beautiful. If you let me say it all, three days and three nights can not be said, but to say that I feel the most happy, but also count that thing ...... memory door thus opened - remember when I was five years old, one day, mom and dad are not at home, I was at home, idle, saw the bathroom have A mother changed down the dirty clothes, so, I thought: Mom and Dad every day are very early and late, very hard, I should help them share some of the housework within their reach. Said to do, I immediately find a washing basin, put half a basin of water, plus some laundry detergent, and then put the clothes in the basin soaked, and then began to rub seriously, about three or four minutes, I re-exchange a basin of water, put the clothes in the wash, so that the repeated change of water for three times, washed the clothes of the water has no bubble, the clothes have become clean and white, I wrung out the clothes, looking for a hanger to dry on. Happy moments come ...... At this time, my mother came home, saw me tired and panting, sweating, and asked me with concern: "Every day, what happened at home?" I told all the scenes of my laundry, mom listened to it, her face was full of smiles, said I grew up, can help mom and dad to share the household chores as much as I can, is a good child who knows how to love and give! Although my sleeves were soaked through, my heart was ambrosial. To this day, when I think of this incident, happy like a spring gushing to my heart, can not help but giggle in the sneer.