400-500 words interesting childhood composition

What is childhood? It is a cicada in the tree, a frog in the water, a short song of a shepherd's flute, and a companion's mystery. ...................... In short, childhood is carefree and happy. Whenever I vividly recall the interesting stories of my childhood, my face always glows with ruddy luster. After all, the past is like the murmur of running water in my heart. Once the generation is so eloquent. .....

When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandmother's house. Grandma lives in the country, so many people ride horses from this village to that village. I am envious and want to try riding, but Matthew is too tall for me to ride. I was just about to get on the bus when I saw my grandmother feeding the pigs. I thought pigs were small and easy to eat. As soon as I saw grandma feeding pigs, I went to the pigsty. The pig ran into grandma's garden. The cucumbers and persimmons in it were trampled by pigs. I was also scratched by the branches of the fruit tree. This time, grandma caught the pig. After she drove the pig into the nest, she said I was too naughty to even ride the pig.

Another time was when I was seven years old. I just learned to ride a bike. I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode bicycles to the square to play, where there was a lot of space. I got there by bike, riding faster and faster, and suddenly I saw an adult riding a bike in front of me. I couldn't stop because I rode too fast. I was about to hit it when my mother called me. I thought to myself, "I'll get hurt if I hit it, and I'm not good at riding." What if I tumble? " I don't know what to do. Then I suddenly remembered: "It must be okay to jump out of the car." I jumped out of the car. I wasn't hurt, but my car was hit by that man.

Whenever I recall these things, I always giggle, so sweet and so brilliant. It seems that all fascinating memories are vividly reproduced. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of youth ... I think childhood is a tree without rings, which will never grow old and will never disappear. ......