There are many firsts in life, the first time in a car, the first time to see a movie, the first time to cook, the first time to play games, the first time to do handicrafts, the first time to get hurt ......I have had many firsts as well, but among the many firsts, there is one that I can't forget, and it haunts me at all times! In the heart ......
It was a weekend in the second or third grade, and after dinner, my mom had to go to the office to work overtime, and I went with her. In my mom's office on the Internet, after playing the game for a while, then feel nothing exciting to do, I can not help but want to go home. But when I thought of fighting "demons" on the way home, the plan that had been entangled in my heart for a long time was immediately crushed. I stared blankly at the flickering computer screen, struggling in my mind. A voice said, "Go back! Go back!" Another voice cried out, "Why go back? Isn't it good to stay here?" The first voice sounded again, harsher than earlier, "Go back! This way you can not only accomplish what you want to do, but also exercise your courage!" The other voice was a little trembling, "Don't go back ......" Such a noise made me upset. Mom read my mind and smiled, "Can't wait to go back first!" I shook my head hastily, and my mom frowned at this, "Don't dare? Then you'll only have to wait another hour or two before going back with me." I have always been very facetious, naturally I can't stand my mom's taunting, "Go ...... just go!" Out of the office building, the wind is like a sharp blade, stabbing my face straight raw pain, looking at the pitch-black road, I was weak again. I tiptoed and scurried into the darkness, walking apprehensively. Suddenly, behind me flashed a bright light, shot on the opposite side of the tree, reflecting the swaying branches of the tree, I thought it was some kind of demon, hurried to speed up the pace. But always feel behind the tree "monster" staring at me, I could not care less about their own image, run, until the "monster" proved invisible to me, only to stop panting. I look around, a gloomy, can not help but think of classmates tell ghost stories. My ears seemed to ring in the ears of beasts like howling, my legs are shaking, want to take a step is very difficult.
I walked slowly and came to a streetlight, and suddenly saw a figure behind me following me. A thought flashed through my mind, could that person be following me? Without hesitation, I plunged into the darkness again and gently walked over in the direction where I had just spotted the dark figure, why was that person gone? I turned back and suddenly realized that the person was behind me, but on closer inspection it didn't look like it. I stared at him for a long time before I recognized his true face - my shadow, I was paranoid again, besides, how could there be ghosts in the world. I stabilized my pounding heart and took the main road in stride, soon returning home. Just as I entered the house, my mom's phone call arrived. Hearing my voice, my mom was obviously relieved as well, "Made it home okay? I thought my precious son had been eaten by a monster!" Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
The first experience was thrilling and frightening, but a good way to sharpen a strong will. This incident has made me unforgettable for the rest of my life, because it has cultivated my autonomy and sharpened my will. Be brave enough to try a meaningful first time, it will make your life more colorful!
2. There are so many firsts in our life, the first time to wash the red scarf, the first time to go out on the street by myself, the first time to sleep by myself, the first time to ......
I have my first time too, and there are many, many, many firsts, and the one that is most unforgettable to me is the first time to wash the red scarf.
That day at noon, I thought up my own red scarf has not been washed, so I wanted to ask my grandmother to help me wash it, I walked into the room when I heard my grandmother's slight snore, I know that my grandmother fell asleep, I thought: my grandmother washed that big pile of clothes in the morning, and I forgot to give my grandmother the red scarf, and now I ask my grandmother to take it to wash it again, not to mention that my grandmother fell asleep, and I called her up, and in the morning grandmother I'm tired of washing clothes, so I'll wash the scarf myself! Yes, that's it, just do it.
I took the red scarf to the side of the sink to open the water cage head to the red scarf wet, and with washing powder in the red scarf on the rub, but rubbed out the foam to, and I put the soap in the red scarf on the wipe again and again, and then there is a brush in the red scarf on the brush again and again, rubbing again and again, and then there is a water rinse clean, wringing dry on the sun up. After washing the red scarf, I was so excited that I ran to my room right away. I had to wait for my grandmother to wake up and tell her that I had washed the red scarf by myself. After a long time, grandma woke up, I was happy to tell grandma that I washed the red scarf by myself, grandma was also very happy and said: "Go and see me" I was happy to pull grandma to the sink, "Look!" Red scarf watery, in the sunlight, looks extra crystalline, like the crystal sun. Grandma laughed, and I asked, puzzled, "How come it's not clean?" "It's clean, it's clean, there's just one thing wrong with it," "Which is." "After washing a piece of clothing, pants and even socks to pull a pull when washing, shake so that after drying the whole will not be wrinkled." Hearing this, I know the mistake, immediately take down the red scarf, rinse, and pull a pull, shake and shake before sun back, grandma saw a happy smile.
This is the first time in life, there are many firsts in life, sometimes smooth, sometimes tough, but we all have to take the good side of it, so your life will be more colorful.
3My first time
Everyone will have his first time in life, but maybe everyone's first time is different, the first time may be happy or sad, but every first time will add a test for our own life.
I also have my first time, my first time is a happy experience, it embellished my life for the first time gloss, I have a lot of first time, but those first time so far have been forgotten to the faintest trace, but that first time but gave me indelible memory. Still clearly remember, that is the beginning of a late detention class, I took out my homework, buried in do a do, suddenly, a classmate walked past me, his hands in the bottle of water rippled out, the water poured in my workbook, I worked so hard so long as to do out of homework all over, I was, the soul is gone, screamed: "ah!" This scream alarmed the whole class and the teacher, every student looked at me, I looked at the water spread on my workbook, that student squatted beside me, has been saying to me: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......." The teacher walked over and said to that classmate, "Quick, help her dry her book, you ruined someone's homework,, you're responsible." The teacher finished and walked away. I was so sad that I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I stood up and wanted to scold him to get rid of the anger in my heart, but I sat down again, I didn't scold him, because I knew that forgiveness is the most basic way for people to get along with each other, and he doesn't need to say it with his mouth nor do it with his hands, but only needs a slight smile or a small nod of the head is already enough. That book was extensively soaked, so I had to redo it with another book, but it didn't matter, I had already forgiven that classmate, not to mention that classmate didn't do it on purpose.
That was the most glorious first time in my life, the first time I forgave someone, and I felt like there was a halo shining above my head, that dazzling light that illuminated my heart and made me have a second time because of that first time.