What are the memories of childhood like?

In the usual study, work or life, many people have written essays, right, with the help of essays can improve our language organization skills. Then how to write a good essay? The following is my collection of childhood memories essay, I hope it will help you. Memories of childhood essay 1 My childhood is colorful. Recalling the childhood past, such as fish swimming 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 lost. 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 2 In that period of time in elementary school, I met and knew many people, I see the wise, see the unwise and introspective, because of them, my childhood is more wonderful. Among these people, the most impressive, to be counted on my table Zhong Meiling. I remember that time, she was sick, with a pale face, appeared in front of my eyes. But she said that there was nothing wrong with her at all, and that it was just a matter of turning on the air conditioner to cool off for the night. How hard it is to be sick, especially with a cold and wind chill, but she didn't forget to make me happy. Because the test did not do well, and was called to talk to the teacher. The teacher said that I have no heart and no lungs, so it's probably true. Knowing that the table is sick, not only did not care about the greetings, but also in the side of the air-conditioning to make fun of her thing with everyone. Although I am a big-hearted person, I don't mean any harm, I just want to make her smile more, exercise the nerves that are being guarded by the virus, and let the sickness go to hell. But I didn't realize that my good intentions would turn into a bad thing. When she heard the other students mocking her as "air-conditioned sleepy Mei-Ling," she became so angry that she cried. I felt bad when I saw her crying and not being able to catch her breath. Later, I apologized to her, but she said she didn't remember. Sick, she became a "chatterbox" son, I wear a very short skirt she would like to say, cloak hair she would like to say, which classmates what happened at home, she has to gossip ...... Especially let me dislike is that after each exam, I did the wrong topic, she always hold on to not let go of the solution and the idea of the problem. Must be the solution to the method and ideas to me to re-tell clear before giving up. She is more and more like my teacher, let me love and hate. Although her grades are excellent, and she has left others in the street, but she is never proud, and she is modest and open-minded. Other people pushed her and teased her, but she always had an innocent smile on her face. I said she was stupid! But she raised her smile and said to me confidently: stupid people have stupid blessings. This is such a seemingly silly and weak girl, to my elementary school time, brought endless fun. I will treasure these wonderful memories in my heart. Childhood memories essay 3 Childhood, is the starting point of growth, in the colorful childhood memories, there are happy and sad, there is also helpless anger, but they are all good memories. In my childhood memories, what makes me the happiest is still the shooting match during military training, which is an unusual match. I was actually quite relaxed because I often shot ten rings, and it was easy to score a perfect score with ten rounds, but this time it was out of my expectation. This match was chosen on a Wednesday afternoon, when the wind was very strong, about 2 m / s, the bullet deflection will be very serious, which makes me very worried, left and right, before deliberately adjusted the collimator to the left side of the state, to offset the wind direction, but still feel strange, so a series of two rounds of bullets, although hit the twenties, but hit the edge of the edge, a little bit of a pity, I had a sudden idea, along the bull's-eye around a circle, to a I then had the idea of circling the bull's-eye and making a "bull's-eye stroke", and scored a perfect score again! I was so happy that I had tears in my eyes. I couldn't get enough of shooting all the bullets! I got the first place in this competition, and I was the only one who scored full marks. I was so happy that I couldn't describe it, and I felt that the sky seemed to have become more blue, the grass on the ground became more verdant, and the chirping of the birds at this time was more pleasing to the ear. They seem to tell me: "Do things to pay attention to details, but also diligent thinking." Childhood, like a colorful box, there are a lot of shiny and interesting memories. Childhood is beautiful, childhood is happy, childhood is also full of philosophy. Childhood memories essay 4 Everyone has a colorful childhood, in which the memories are like a diamond, always flashing in our hearts. Now think about it really makes people laugh and cry ah. When I was five or six years old, I had a small hobby, that is, 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 then sprinkled the 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 5 Childhood is a piece of sweet chocolate; childhood is a cup of fragrant coffee; childhood is a wonderful story. My childhood, it is not ordinary. 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 pants legs, stood in the water, the water cool, several small fish and shrimp swam from the side of my feet, and from time to time also 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. Grandpa's . There were already several fish in the 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 6 Hee Hee ......! Timothy, I don't know if you still remember. In the past, we didn't know each other, but in a "war", we got to know each other and became very, very good friends. That day was our first day of school, because your mom and dad drove you to school, and my mom walked me to school. So, of course, you came earlier than me. That time, you had already moved your chair to the table, but you went to fetch water again. At that time, I had just arrived. I looked left and right and realized there was no room. Then I told the teacher, who said, "...... Hey! There's an empty seat somewhere, you can sit there!" The teacher pointed to the chair that you had moved but no one else had made. But even though I knew it was your chair, I sat down. A while later, you came back and realized that I made your chair, you had to be angry and helpless to have moved a chair. And said to me angrily, "Humph! I tell you, next time you want to dare to sit in my chair I will be rude to you!!!" Also gave you a hard stare. After school, I returned home and climbed on the window sill of the balcony, looking out. Just then, I saw you walking back at me, and you suddenly said to your mother, "Mom, look! This is our classmate." After that, we went to school together every day, went home together every day, did our homework together even sometimes I went to your house for dinner, so we became very good friends. Hey ......! My tenth birthday was a birthday with special meaning because it was the last birthday you gave me. That was before I knew it and before I knew how to cherish it. Now, you have been in Urumqi, I can only see you two or three times a year, and now there is no way to talk to you about some of the troubles, before, you can still think of ways to solve the difficulties with me. Timothy! Do you miss me .................. Childhood Memories Essay 7 Childhood things are like the stars in the sky can not be counted, in which the most interesting that is at the age of six years old in the summer of one time The most interesting of them all was a summer day when I was six years old. It was very hot in the summer morning, and the robins kept calling in the trees. I stayed alone in the yard, and my mother and father had gone out. I stayed alone in the yard while my mom and dad went out. So I was in the yard, sunbathing and learning the robin's call. Suddenly, there was an inconspicuous little pond in the corner of the yard, which triggered my imagination: I could play with the mud by the pond. I did what I said I would do. I pinched the mud into a small person or a small animal. Suddenly, I found a piece of mud stuck on my nose, I used my two dirty hands to get it off, but the more I did it, the dirtier it got, and even my whole face was covered with black mud, I really looked like a black man from India! Forget about it, I was always so naive. When I went back to play again, I was shocked: what are those black things? They're so ugly! I don't know which person with such a bad IQ piled it up, it's so ugly, I'd better stomp it off! After I finished stepping on it, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't finished piling up the mud yet! At first glance, I realized that I had just piled up the mud! I scolded myself. I didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but I really couldn't help laughing and crying! In the days that followed, as long as I remembered this incident, I would always giggle. Memories are always good. Although my childhood has left me far away, but the carefree, happy days of my childhood will never fade in my memory. The memories of my childhood still exude a charming fragrance. Childhood Memories Essay 8 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 9 Rain finally stopped, the weather is gradually clearing, I look at the sky fluctuating white clouds, the mood is very pleased, rare in my body's motor cells and stupid, determined, I want to give the "chaotic" abandoned the book to I am determined to give the book abandoned by the "chaotic world" to settle a home. I was humming a little song, while not forgetting to move the book, "snap" sound interrupted my melody, I turned back, a written yellowed book I do not know what is lying peacefully on the ground for a nap, I will be held in the arms of the book first settled down, pick up the book, patted the cover. The words "One Hundred Thousand Reasons" came into my eyes, and although it had lost its former glory, I could still feel a kind of divine light. I was very excited, I thought at first, I had spent a lot of effort but could not find this book. Now, it is in front of me, the inner joy can not be described in words. I remember when I was a child, my father sent me the first book is this "100,000 reasons", when the cover is very flat, with the light, I was very happy, because this is the first belongs to my own book. I couldn't wait to open it and greedily admired the illustrations in the book, with eyes like I had never touched a book before. Looking back now, I always think that I was too naive and cute at that time. I think back, the corners of my mouth can not help but once again flooded with smiles, I carefully opened the book, little by little, page by page, perhaps not rich in content, but here is full of the flavor of childhood, with childhood memories, as if I was back to that naive, dirty little girl. What a beautiful book! It brings me not only knowledge, but also more of the beautiful memories of childhood that I cherish when I grow up. This is the most beautiful book in my life, because it carries the childhood memories, but I can never forget, I thank it to help me recall my childhood. Childhood Memories Essay 10 My childhood was spent in my aunt's house in the countryside of Bayan County, which gave me unlimited joy in my childhood． There was a mountain near my aunt's house and fields at the foot of the mountain． In the spring, we children will also help adults to plant seedlings and seeds, fertilizer, and do some farm work. But we didn't feel tired at all because we helped the adults to share some of the labor and felt very happy． In the summer we will go to the mountain side of the river to play, the river is as clear as a mirror, green as a piece of jasper, it is really beautiful. Fish are swimming and playing happily in the river. My friends and I learned to swim in the river, water fights, catch small fish ．．．．．．． There was a lot of laughter in the river． We are tired of playing, lying on the soft grass, listening to the birds singing for us, looking at the sky changeable white clouds, breathing fresh air, it is really cozy! Sometimes we even go to the mountains to play, to catch the butterflies and dragonflies playing in the mountains, but when we see their lovely appearance, we will let them go． In the fall, which is the season of harvest, we would work with adults to harvest the rice fields and enjoy the joy of a good harvest. Even in winter, our happiness is everywhere． The river freezes to ice in the cold winter. It becomes a ski resort and we skate here． Sometimes when it snows, we even build snowmen and have snowball fights here ．．．．．． It's really happy． I'm so happy! This place brought me happiness in my childhood, I love it here. Childhood memories essay 11 Childhood, is a colorful candy, contained in the mouth, a sweet aroma will diffuse into 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 still feel those chicks are very poor, my childhood is so naughty to spend! Childhood memories essay 12 The village trumpet is no stranger to you, is it? It's that big, dumb horn, dark in appearance, with one big end and one small end. On the way to the school trip camp this time, I met a big horn, looking at that big horn? I can not help but fall into the memories of ...... remember when I was a child, I often go to my grandma's home to play, my grandma's home in the countryside, and my grandma is a doctor, so there is a loudhailer in the house, to notify the people are also convenient. Because of that loudhailer, I made a lot of funny things. I remember once, grandma broadcast to let everyone vaccination, finished when the microphone forgot to turn off, I will be there shouting, haha, at that time my voice but resounded all over the village, I will never forget that I was on the face of the proud expression, as well as later on mom's beatings later I grew up, and do not often go back to the village, but also now listen to the song equipment, and broadcasting equipment, now even more so, there is a square! I don't think many people remember the loud speaker that brought them so much joy when they were little. In fact, I really have long forgotten the loud speaker, and now the cell phone how developed ah, headphones a wear, at any time you can listen to the song, but this time, when I saw the familiar horn on the way to the camp, I suddenly understood: childhood memories of the present technology, can not be bought. No matter how advanced the technology is now, it is far less important in my mind than the loudspeaker that accompanied me in my growth and brought me happiness. Childhood Memories Essay 13 My childhood was spent at my grandmother's house and my grandmother's house. I spent my childhood at my grandmother's house and my grandmother's house. There were mountains and water, and the air was very fresh. My grandmother's house had a large flock of chickens and ducks, and a cat and a dog, all of whom were my good friends. There were shrimps and crabs at my grandma's house, and my cousin Zheng Mingyu and I used to go there to catch them, and sometimes if we caught too many of them, we could even fry them for dinner. There are also a lot of memories at my grandmother's house, let me tell you about them. I remember that time when I was 5 years old, there was a "Scooby-Doo" at my grandmother's house, which was a puppy, and a kitten, "Mido". Scooby-Doo would always lie down when he saw me, waiting for me to pet him; Mido was different, running straight to me when he saw me, pampering me and asking me to hold him. I would pat him on the head and say, "How old are you and you want me to hold you?" He would rub his face with his two soft front paws, as if he was still a little shy. Of course, there were a lot of fun things to do at Grandma's house. Once when we were on vacation, my cousin and I went to grandma's house to play. We just arrived at Grandma's house, put down our things, found a plastic bag, took a disposable paper cup, two small wooden sticks and three small pieces of raw pork ------ things and set off. Where to go? Of course it is to go to the nearby creek to catch crabs and lobster fishing! We whistled and excitedly rushed towards the creek. When we arrived, a sharp brake. We took out the wooden stick, tied a line to the head of the stick and a small piece of fat meat to the other end of the line, then put the fat meat in the water and told my brother to guard it while I ran to catch crabs. I just let go of a big rock and wow! Two big crabs! It didn't take me long to find more than twenty; also, my cousin had already caught several lobsters. We then went home with our trophies, ready to burn them for dinner. Childhood is really interesting, and I think everyone's childhood is just as interesting! Childhood memories essay 14 Childhood is a wisp of spring wind, blowing across the land of time; childhood is a small boat, sailing across the ocean of memory. Childhood came, brought infinite joy, childhood went, left 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, shaking to the moment of sweet memories. Memories of Childhood Essay 15 "On the small tree by the swallow pool, the robin chirped summer. On the bar on the playground ...... "This is the truest portrayal of childhood life. Swallow pond, bamboo forest, classroom, these accompanied my growth of the scene, have become the most sincere memories of my elementary school life. But in the deepest part of my memory is a wooden model staircase, which is quietly lying on the display table in the school museum, witnessing the beauty of my childhood club life, and my nostalgia for my childhood club life and thoughts, but also from time to time because of it and floated out of the ...... That is still in the fourth grade, one day, the teacher asked all of us to do it ourselves, to produce a staircase. It was a new thing for us to make a staircase out of wood, and we all held great interest in cutting the boards with a color paper knife, splicing them with a glue gun, and coloring the finished product, and all of us were very busy and happy. But just then, a drop of crimson blood trickled out of my thumb and cut my hand! My hand, which was padded under the board, was cut by a knife. My classmate Xiao Wang made an immediate decision and hurriedly pressed the wound on my hand with a paper towel. The classmates also put down the planks in their hands and ran up and down on this side. Some helped me replace the tissue paper, some ran to the school hospital to buy band-aids. It wasn't until the blood stopped from my wound that everyone returned to their seats and continued cutting their own boards. In the end, each of us made our own staircase, although it looked different, but it was a small success. We laughed at each other as we looked at our creations and put them on display. Some of my classmates came over and asked me if my hand was okay. Although it was a few years ago, every time I think about it, I feel warm. Every event and every word of my childhood is like a pearl, engraving our friendship and planting our dreams. Heh, unforgettable colorful childhood! Unforgettable true and friendly classmates! Unforgettable parents like teachers ......