Happy Childhood: My painful but happy childhood

My childhood was filled up with sweetness and bitterness due to my naughtiness. I remember the rainy day clearly. That day, I got a beautiful new umbrella from mother as a gift for the new semester. Holding my new umbrella and humming a tune, I bounced to school jubilantly. It is all natural for children to show off their new things. I too wanted to make a display of my umbrella by sharing it with one of my classmates who had forgotten to bring hers. However, out of my expectation, she said nothing about my umbrella. I felt a little disappointed and a bit angry. Then we encountered a boy famous for bullying children younger than him. He noticed the very thing that I wanted to show off and attempted to “rob” it. So a “war” broke out. We beat each other with the umbrella. He was stronger than me, but I had the firmer weapon. Using all my strength, finally I won the “war”. The bully boy ran away with his broken umbrella. However, what made me felt frightened instead of proud was that my umbrella became useless. I didn’t know how to face my mother if she realized the trouble I made. I believed she would give me a good beating. To escape from the punishment, I went to my neighbor’s without telling her. When I was watching TV and playing games there, I forgot my broken umbrella and the fact that it’s time to go home. My mother was so worried about me that she phoned my teacher, rode a bike on my way to school looking for me several times. I couldn’t imagine her anxiety and anger when she saw me walking out of my neighbor’s. This time, my mother used a thin long stick. I felt the acute pain every time she beat. Suddenly my father noticed that my right hand turned red and it was bleeding! My mother stopped beating. To show my apology, I went to bed early without asking for a band-aid. I tried to fall asleep, but the pain kept me awake. Suddenly a cool feeling spread out my right hand. Someone wiped my right hand with alcohol and then bind up the wound. I still closed my eyes, but tears ran down my cheeks. I knew it was a band-aid, and I knew who it was.

I often do not listen to mother a child, then secretly ran out to talk to friends to a nearby river to swim. finally it, feet are accidentally cut by broken glass, ran home crying. When back home, my mother derided meal. the worst part is the feet were cut to four pin joints is also...

This is my favorite snack food - cotton candy. at that time the cotton candy selling for ten cents. i often stole money from my mother ran to buy cotton candy. finally it tooth decay. . . not greedy the next time again...

There are childhood often play the game. I remember coming home from school every time we play with glass marbles. We were very happy that time. Collect the card and toy soldiers. This is wonderful and unforgettable memories...Dun tell me, you never see and play those games...