Memories of childhood essay

In the usual study, work or life, we all often come into contact with the essay, right, with the help of essay people can realize the purpose of cultural exchange. How to write a good essay? The following is my carefully organized memories of childhood essay, welcome to read, I hope you can like it. Memories of childhood essay 1 Everyone has his or her own childhood, there are silly things, funny things, and fun things, and everyone's childhood is different, let me say a few words about my childhood today! During the summer vacation when I was five years old, I went to my grandma's house with one of my cousins. Although there were no cell phones or computers in my grandma's house, that summer vacation was the most fun I had since I was a child. On the afternoon of the first day, my grandma and grandpa went to plant vegetables in the field, and my cousin and I caught this opportunity and ran out with a fishing net. We wanted to go out to catch fish, but we saw a praying mantis halfway there and tried to snare it with the fishing net. However, its sharp claws cut a hole in the fishing net at once. We were very unconvinced, so we chased it all the way to the river, only to see it land on a pile of mud, motionless as if it were dead. We slowly approached it, and then gently poked it with our hands, and seeing that it was still motionless, my cousin and I slowly combined the mud under its feet with it, and I laughed out loud and said, "Aren't you very capable of running? Why don't you run!" After that, we took the mantis out gently, afraid that it would die. After we took it out, it gave us both a wound at once, I was so angry that I really wanted to shoot it to death, but it was dancing a pair of big claws, flaunting, I was afraid of a few more wounds on my hands, so I could only bear it. Soon after, the mantis wanted to fly away, then a big bottle covered it inside, so it was my cousin! I praised my cousin for being so awesome. In this way, we have successfully captured a big praying mantis, and for this mantis, my cousin and I both got a wound on our hands. But now that I think about it, catching this mantis was the most interesting thing in my childhood life. The wound on my hand is still unforgettable to me. Childhood Memories Essay 2 It is a pocket full of candy; what is childhood? It is the joy of playing house as mom and dad. Unfortunately, when responsibilities begin to ferment, we have our own obligations, and childhood, then becomes a bubble that will soon disappear in the sky ..... Memories of childhood, delicious cotton candy ....... When I was a child, I was full of longing for everything, and I saw everything as very true and very good. Once, I went out to buy things with my grandmother, saw a big cotton candy, I thought it was the sky of white clouds, and grandmother yelled: "White clouds! White clouds! I want to eat sweet white clouds." To this day, I can't forget the excitement of the first time I ate "white clouds", cotton candy sweet, just as I turn over the memory of the flavor, the taste is so happy. Memories of childhood, gorgeous dolls ....... At that time the girl, can have a doll is no better, I also have a doll, her two leaves willow eyebrows long and slender, the pair of GuPan provocative eyes flickering, slightly upturned long eyelashes fluttering up and down, pink and delicate face, so I can not help but want to bite on a mouthful of this doll accompanied me through every happy, happy moments, to comfort me every loss and sadness, it is the best of my childhood. This doll accompanied me through every happy and joyful moment and comforted me in every loss and sadness, and it was the best companion of my childhood. Childhood, it seems to be the scenery on the road of growth, after stopping to get up and travel, a moment of rest after looking back, it has become our most innocent, pure memories. Memories of childhood essay 3 Childhood, always remind us of that happy time; childhood, always remind us of that deep lesson; childhood, always remind us of that sad past ...... Childhood is so colorful. The memories of childhood cannot be erased. I remember once, I went to play with my little sister Zhang Rui in the front yard of my grandma's house. Not long ago, we both saw a small bird, lying on the path, fly can not fly up, with a pair of poor little eyes looking at us, we rushed when the front to see, found that the bird's wings are injured, Zhang Rui anxious: "Sister, this can be done? Zhang Rui said anxiously, "Sister, what can we do? We don't have bandages, how can we bandage the bird's wound?" I said, "Sister, I have a good way, I do not know if it is possible to ......" Zhang Rui immediately said, "Sister, any way will do, even if it is to let me 'sacrifice ', I also want to let the bird spread its wings again and fly back into the embrace of the blue sky!" Rui Rui said insistently. I said, "Sis, this method of mine doesn't require you to 'sacrifice', but also allows the little bird to spread its wings again and return to the embrace of the blue sky." Saying that, I took out alcohol from my backpack. Cotton swabs. Yunnan Baiyao powder and band-aid, after everything was sterilized last night, I put the band-aid to the place where the bird was injured ...... Not too long ago, the bird stood up and shook its wings ...... Exciting moment has arrived! The bird finally spread its wings and flew! The bird seemed to be saying "Thank you! Thank you!" You look at me, I look at you, I and Rui Rui happy smile. look, childhood is so pure, how colorful ah! I want to keep this wonderful childhood memory. Childhood memories essay 4 Time flies, I have been 12 years old in also not a child, childhood has a lot of good memories, there are some things I still remember, I'll tell you about my childhood! 1, the death of a puppy remember 8 years old, my sister bought a puppy is yellow, small eyes, the sun a irradiation of that golden hair shining, sister bought when I have to embrace have hugged, do not know how to good for it! When my sister bought it, I had a hug, I do not know how to treat it well, my sister said, 'You go feed the puppy, I will watch TV' I put it on the hold and feed the sausage and feed the milk, the puppy ate with gusto, and then it did not eat it I wondered how not to eat it? I forced it to eat, the night are asleep, the dog has been barking non-stop, I got up to see what happened? The puppy actually crawled there, silently. It's a pair of small eyes narrowed into a slit, it has been trembling, eyes have been looking at me, as if to say something to me, the tail is not to the previous as wagging to and fro, and now it's tail drooping. It really makes me sad.2. Swimming anecdoteOnce, I went swimming with my good friend Xue Yuting, because it was the first time I swam so I don't know. Xue Yuting is like a fish like free to go body drive like swallow, and I like to be trapped in the water of the fish, like wet water chicken chaotic Park and beat, suddenly feet feel a huge pain, I fell from the water, I shouted to: "Xue Yuting! Xue Yuting! Quickly come over." Then Xue Yuting like it did not happen as slowly swam over, I shouted: I do not know how to swim quickly over! As soon as he heard the speedy swim over, put me on my back, said nothing to put? I said: "feet and a little pain all right, is to drink a bellyful of water" things in the past few years, I remember still remember, I know do not take risks. These two things are just a part of childhood, but he gave me a very beautiful and beautiful memories ...... childhood memories essay 5 Childhood is like a wonderful movie, every "shot" is worth remembering, and my unfinished movie is hidden in such an interesting shot. In my six years old, one day I napped in my grandmother's house, suddenly heard "bam" sound, the sound woke me up, it was Dad closed the door sound, not long after, Dad from a cabinet out of a box full of cigarettes, take out a put in the mouth, put the end of the cigarettes on the fire, Dad blew out the smoke. Then he put the cigarettes and lighter next to the bed and walked out of the house. Dad was really enjoying smoking, the smoke must have been sweet, my mind was very curious. Why could smoke come out of Dad's mouth? I was thinking about this question, so I climbed to the bedside to pick up the lighter and cigarettes to learn from my dad and inserted them into my own mouth, lit the fire, smoked a cigarette, and took a big puff. Just feel a stream of smoke straight into the throat and to the internal organs of my choking tears flowed out. I thought that the smoke is not sweet ah! Why does dad still like to smoke it? But I thought after a while the taste should be very good, but I finally could not help it, a mouthful of cigarettes out of the mouth, when Grandma just saw the cigarettes up to snatch it and say: "Our family came to a small social people!" Then she laughed out loud. Whenever I think of this "shot", I will always be silly smile for a while, I do not know why, this is probably the fun and happy time! I remember when I was 4 years old, I loved blowing bubbles. Get a bottle, pour water, add a small amount of laundry detergent, use a straw to mix the water and detergent into 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 7 Childhood is often the happiest and most joyful memories in a child's heart, but there is one thing in my childhood that I have always remembered vividly. This incident happened at home, I committed when I played with my little friends. Saturday afternoon, I managed to finish the teacher's homework, my mother gave me half an hour of free time, so I was excited to recruit my buddies to start a ghost catching battle, the rules of the game is: guessing to decide, the loser as a ghost, dozens of seconds after the start of catching, catch whoever, who will be eliminated. The first round of the game began, I hide to a corner, so he did not catch me, but when the second round began, changed to another person, his eyes bright, a moment to find me, so I was caught, because I have a strong sense of vengeance, so I have been chasing to find him, and suddenly a crisp sound "clang" I! I turned my head and saw that I had broken a vase. If my mom saw me, I'd be done for, not to mention playing, even eating is not peaceful. Soon the 30 minutes were over and I was forced to dismiss my friends. Suddenly, at that very moment, my mom came out, and she said to me in a kind tone, "So self-conscious, come let's read, okay." I was scared and immediately ran away, saying, "Mom, you will rest for a while, I can read by myself." She said again, "Yo, so good today, must praise you." In this way, I procrastinated for another half an hour, suddenly she walked out again and said to go and pour some water on the flowers in the vase, and I was in a cold sweat again, I had no choice but to tell the truth, and when she heard it she not only didn't scold me, but instead complimented me on my courage to admit my mistake. Right then and there, my eyes glistened with tears. Childhood memories essay 8 Childhood, a colorful box, filled with happiness and laughter. Childhood, is a camera, which clicks and leaves your childhood on a happy and stale photo. Childhood, is a river, it leads to the sea, flowing past the most happy and beautiful time of my childhood, flowing past the silly memories of my childhood. Summer, the morning sun is bright and hot. My childhood is here one stroke by one stroke to carve a beautiful memory. I came to the creek and started a fishing competition with my buddies. We waited on the bank for a long time, and took up but empty, while the bait is a little bit of consumption. At this time I put forward: "This silly waiting fishing, no fun at all, why don't we go down to the river to fish it!" My partners said in unison, "Good." At this time we all pulled up the sleeves, pants, take turns down the river. We searched for a long time but couldn't find any fish, when a big fish swam quickly past me and we joined forces to surround it, "Gotcha!" The sound of excitement was overwhelming. Later attracted many fish, to the evening, we are tired of playing, you splash me splash all wet. Our laughter resounded from the head of the river to the bank. This joyful laughter still lingers in my mind. We carried our own fish and went home. In this way, although childhood is gone, it is like a storybook that tells many interesting stories, and it is also a dish with specialties that make you eat it with relish and relish, and I will not forget the beauty of my childhood. Childhood memories essay 9 Childhood, a piece of sweet chocolate; childhood, a cup of fragrant coffee; childhood, a wonderful story. My childhood, it is not ordinary. When I was four years old . When I was four years old, I would often follow my grandfather to go to the river to catch small fish, a small fish in the clear water swimming happily, my grandfather and I took off our shoes, pulled up our pant legs, stood in the water, the water was cool, several small fish and shrimp swam past my feet, and occasionally nibbled on my little feet! I made me giggle and almost lost my footing in the water a few times. At this point, Grandpa said, "Okay, Han Han, start catching fish!" "Okay!" I replied cheerfully. There were already several fish in Grandpa's basket, and the little fish were jumping around like saying, "Let me out!" My basket, on the other hand, was empty, nothing. I cried and told my grandfather, who listened to me, laughed out loud and said, "Han Han, let me teach you!" After saying that, Grandpa taught me by hand. Just as I was looking at a small fish of about fifteen centimeters, Grandpa secretly put the small fish he caught into my basket, and I realized it when the fish jumped around in my basket. I looked at my grandfather and he looked at me. His gentle smile made me feel warm. When I was 6 years old, I was planting vegetables with my grandpa in the vegetable field, and when he was watering the flowers, I was catching little snails beside him, and once I caught one, I would proudly show it to my grandpa in front of him, and he would say, "Awesome, awesome!" I would then jump up and down with joy. Now, Grandpa has left me, but I will always and forever love him. Childhood Memories Essay 10 The place that gives me the most childhood memories is the meadow in front of my grandma's house. The grass is not big, there are a few willows around, in the spring, big and small flowers are blooming, attracting bees, but also because of these "wasp generals", so that we are careful when picking flowers. When we said we were going to pick flowers, all the children were alert. I don't know who said, "Bees only sting people wearing yellow", and everyone was in a tizzy. Only to see the little friends are desperately cover the body with yellow places, a little girl to hold herself tightly, afraid of bees to see the yellow stripes on the clothes; there is a little brother, with two hands to block the pants of a yellow flower pattern, resulting in walking a limp. A few of my buddies were posing in all kinds of weird poses, it was like a "group of demons dancing". Secretly picked the flowers, was about to quietly retreat, I do not know who startled a bee, scared everyone screamed and turned their heads to run, small flowers also thrown a ground. There was a small piece of concrete in the middle of the meadow, so we planned to build a small house on it. We picked up some bricks and stones and piled them up like building blocks. The result was predictable, and within a few blocks it fell over. The most common thing on the grass in the summer is verbena, the long leaves are very flourishing, and our few little girls love nothing more than to pull a few leaves to weave wreaths, rings, and straw hats ....... The hedges are sparse and deep, and the flowers at the top of the trees have not yet fallen into the shade. The children rush after the yellow butterflies, flying into the cauliflower nowhere to be found. Every time I read this poem by Yang Wanli, I feel that it is a reflection of my childhood life. I haven't seen that meadow since my grandma moved away, and I suddenly miss the bees that stop at the flowers and the good times. Memories of Childhood Essay 11 Childhood is like a beautiful night sky with many stars. Each star is a story, with joyful laughter and sad tears. But what I remember most is a silly thing I did when I was a child. It was when I was six years old. That day my mom took me to the supermarket to buy things. My mom bought a lot of things. At home, I wanted to draw. I looked around and realized there wasn't a piece of paper. I looked into the drawer again and suddenly found a light yellow paper. I looked at it and there were many words on it. I thought: why are there so many words on this paper? I looked. I couldn't understand it. You're dreaming. At least there's paper. Make do. Since there was writing on the front, I drew on the back. When I turned the paper to the back, I was even more surprised that there were words on the back! What kind of paper is this? We were confused. Then I didn't find any other paper, so I drew a picture on this one. There were too many words on the paper and after a while the drawing was wrong. I got angry and tore up the paper. My mom came over, looked at the torn paper on my desk, approached one and said angrily, "What are you doing, why are you tearing it? This is important! I said carelessly, Is it just a piece of paper? It's an invoice. Company invoice! My mother said anxiously. I thought about it and said to my mom, I'll give you the invoice. Whenever I think of it, I always laugh. Everyone has a childhood. I love childhood. It was a fun and colorful childhood. Memories of Childhood Essay 12 My childhood was colorful. Recalling the childhood past, such as fish wandering within the deep sea; like flowers emitting fragrance. I was very naughty in my childhood, growing up with a tiger's head and brain, really a little bit of a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. I remember in kindergarten, once, I came to the kindergarten grass from the side to play. Suddenly I saw a hornet's nest. I heard the adults say, "You can't poke a hornet's nest". But I didn't believe in it. I knew there was a tiger in the mountain, but I just went to the tiger mountain. Driven by curiosity and the spirit of disobedience. My naughty heart has long been hooked out. So I immediately found a long wooden stick, and then aimed at the hornet's nest, holding back the energy to stab over, this stabbed a big trouble! The hornet's nest was stabbed down, but the hornets did not retreat and began to attack me. They buzzed me surrounded, simply a swarm of bees all up, see this scene, I was stunned, thought: thirty-six plans to go for the best strategy, run! Suddenly, a hornet in my head stung a bite, I was in pain, only to lose armor defeated. I didn't run for a few steps, but there was a wall in front of me, no way back, and there were pursuers behind me. I crossed my heart and thought: I can only fight! I closed my eyes, make every effort, a good battle, I was stung on the face of a few bags, the hornet was also dead and wounded, it can be said that both sides are injured. I shook the dust from my body and felt the wounds on my head, and I thought I was a great man. Because adults often talk about wasps, I was a child who dared to fight with them. When I got home, my grandparents saw me "hanging flowers" back, they knew that I was in trouble. I told them the truth. Grandpa said in surprise: "you this kid, by the hornet stung people light will be fever, heavy will be killed! You really don't know what you're doing! I was shocked when I heard that, and thought: "It's so serious, I'd better not poke the hornet's nest in the future, and you should be careful, too! Childhood Memories Essay 13 Flowers blossom and fall, and spring and winter come and go. Childhood has long since passed, and childhood has become an indispensable part of my heart. When I was young, I used to go to my grandmother's house to play. Going to my favorite forest to pick flowers, catching dragonflies, chasing butterflies ------ were all indispensable things for me every day. In the morning, the light in the forest passes through the many green barriers, and the early morning dewdrops sprinkle down, like jade, delicate and flawless; like pearls, sparkling; like gems, crystal clear. The air was filled with the intoxicating smell of wildness. It was so tempting to have a picnic in this forest and taste the flavor of nature. Birds accompanied the wind, their songs swirling with it. I chased after these naughty little elves at a brisk pace. Weaving through the bushes. Accompanied by the warm and mighty wind, my grandmother and I went to the forest to dig mountain vegetables for the ducklings. The ducklings saw me as if they saw big, green mountain vegetables and stood in neat rows. They always thought that their songs were more beautiful than the larks, so they kept on chirping. I heard, really impatient, when they do not pay attention to, the vegetables "wow -" a snap on their heads. This is the real "drop soup duck" grandmother looked at me, smiled, I also followed the silly happy. While the night is still young, I always want to go to the back of the mountain with my grandmother to play. Lying quietly on the mountain, smelling the charming flowers, holding a lollipop in your mouth, holding a big windmill in your hand, and looking at the birds flying in the sky. It felt as if I was freer and happier than the gods. Childhood in my mind, just a warm breeze, swept through the hair, just a wonderful episode, ringing in the heart. However, childhood has set the best time of my life in my heart. Childhood memories essay 14 Everyone has a colorful childhood, the memories of which are like a diamond, forever sparkling in our hearts. It's really laughable to think about it now. When I was five or six years old, I had a small hobby, which was painting. One morning, my sister was reading a very hot novel, and I couldn't help but climb up on the table to read it with her. I saw that there were a lot of beautiful girls drawn on one page, "Wow! If only I could draw such beautiful girls." So that night when my sister wasn't looking, I took away her novel and lightly ran back to my room. I found a lot of white paper in my room and almost took all the paper in the house. I casually picked up a pen and drew the beautiful girl, imitating the great artist. But at first glance, oh my! I drew her high nose into a triangle, her smooth hair into a few straight lines, her cherry-like mouth into a circle, willowy eyebrows into a straight line, from a distance like a clown, ugly, simply can not bear to look at ah! I drew and drew and drew, and gradually I ran out of paper. I couldn't find a piece of paper, so I picked up a pen, drew on the wall, and sprinkled paint on the wall. The wall was a mess. Mom immediately screamed when she entered the room, and she said angrily, "Why are the walls so messy and dirty?" But I was happy: "I was painting." Mom was so angry that she turned around and left. Since then I have enjoyed drawing even more. Although I would make a mess. Now that I think about it, it really makes me laugh and cry! Memories of Childhood Essay 15 Childhood is a colorful candy, and when you hold it in your mouth, a sweet aroma will spread to your heart. Today, let me tell you about my interesting childhood story--using the washing machine to bathe the little animals! 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 also feel those chicks are very poor, my childhood is so naughty to spend!