The Story of Childhood Essay

In the daily study, work, life, we will inevitably come into contact with the essay, right, the essay can be divided into time-limited essays and non-time-limited essays according to the different time limits for writing. How to write a good essay? The following is my compilation of the story of childhood fourth grade essay 10, welcome to read and collect. The story of childhood fourth grade essay Part 1 Childhood is like a colorful diary, childhood is like a colorful shell, which records the joy, anger, sadness and happiness of my childhood. Open the door of memory, there are many things come like a tide. Among them, there is one thing I still can't forget, and now I feel funny when I think back. It was in, a sunny and warm afternoon, then, only four-year-old me, led by the teacher, into the classroom. Teacher issued each of us a small bowl and plate, which contains our nap after the snack - a cookie, although only a little, but for a four-year-old child, has been considered good. But the greedy heart can never be satisfied with a small cookie. I ate my share of the cookie snack from the small dish, and my little eyes didn't stop for a moment at the empty bowl, but stared at the box of cookies in the teacher's hand. I was tempted to ask for another cookie. But I didn't dare tell the teacher. The glutton in me finally couldn't stand it any longer and I ran up to the podium to get the rest of the cookies from the teacher. I was afraid of being scolded by the teacher, but to my surprise, the teacher kindly touched my little head and said, "We've given out all the cookies, but there are still some broken cookies left. I nodded my head and said loudly, "I want some." After I finished speaking, the teacher put the crumbs into my little bowl and plate. The kids all looked at me with envy. Of course, I went back to my seat with a big smile on my face. Now it was time to eat the cookies! But the cookies made me thirsty. I ran up to the podium and asked the teacher if there was any tea left. The teacher smiled and said, "No." I asked again, "Is there any tea left? Teacher laughed, busy slowly explained to me, cookies are crumbly, tea is not crumbly. Everyone in childhood is innocent, lively, funny, happy, childhood is full of color. We all had a happy childhood! It must not be allowed to lose its color. Childhood stories 4th grade essay Part 2 Childhood stories are like the stars in the sky, can not be counted, but which incident is like the brightest which one, always shining in my memory. It is hard for me to forget. I remember that it was a hot summer, my yard mosquitoes especially. So my mom bought a bottle of emerald green water that looked very nice. I thought: mom is to buy what delicious back, why not ask me to eat it? I saw my mom put the bottle of emerald green water on the bedside table and went to work. I quietly put the bottle of water into my pocket. Ran to the inner room of my house. I poured the bottle of water into my mouth. Just as I drank a little, I felt my tongue was hot and numb. I was shocked and thought, "This is not the legendary poison, is it? I was so scared. I rushed to my mother and said, "Mom, I ate poison." "What have you eaten?" Mom asked anxiously. I showed the bottle to my mom. After my mother looked at it, she said to me: "It's all right, it's anemone, don't be afraid." After a while, my mother brought a bottle of water and let me rinse my mouth, and after rinsing for a while, I was finally not numb. Mom said: "Luckily, it's only Windex, if it were rat poison, it would be a problem." I nodded vigorously. As time passed, I grew up. I understood that there are things you can eat, and there are things you will get sick if you eat them, and we can't eat things indiscriminately. this incident, I can't help laughing when I think about it. Childhood Stories 4th Grade Essay Part 3 Childhood has never-ending stories, but there are always so many interesting things that you remember. I remember it was a Sunday, my brother and I at home, I was reading a book of fun experiments, one of the experiments written in the article: the soap sharpened, and then in the mirror above the drawing of a few, the soap prints and cracks will be just as realistic. When I saw this, I wanted to play a prank, and mom and dad to play a joke, but also let them relax, forget about the work of the tired. So, I told my brother about this "great" plan, and he quickly agreed. Then we began to split the action: my brother brought half a bar of soap, I brought a fruit knife, not long, it sharpened, we immediately ran to the bathroom, the "poor" mirror began to "paint", soon, the mirror has been "in pieces", we appreciate their "masterpiece", and brother to the living room to watch TV, sit and wait to see the show. After a period of time, the door "click" opened, the original is the mother came back from work, we sat on the sofa, while watching TV, while secretly observing the mother's every move: only to see the mother with the usual bedroom to change clothes, and then into the bathroom to wash their hands. "Ah!" Mom's scream startled my brother and me. My brother and I then rushed over to our mom and asked her, pretending to be puzzled, "Mom, what happened?" "Look! Why is the glass broken there ? Did you guys do that?" Mom asked angrily. "No, we didn't do anything . " I said. "And we didn't hear the glass break." My brother chimed in. Just then, dad came back, mom was busy telling dad what had happened, only to see dad walk quickly to the mirror, and after taking a closer look, he laughed and said, "You two little naughty boys, how dare you make fun of mom and dad, I can see it at first glance , the silhouettes in this mirror are all intact, not broken, so this is something you messed up with the soap, isn't it? " "Oh! Dad is so smart!" My brother and I clapped and squealed with delight. "Really?" Mom willfully wiped her hand over the mirror and the shattered area was restored. "Ah! It really is soap! Great, you two little villains actually lied to me together!" Mom pretended to be angry and came to catch us, we hurriedly ran away laughing. What a wonderful childhood anecdote, what a reminiscent of happy times ...... Childhood stories fourth grade essay Part 4 The things that happened to me in my childhood, like the stars in the sky, can not be counted, of which the most dazzling or one. When I was a child, I was the "little emperor" of the family, through the long time when the food to mouth, clothes to hand. Once, my mother wanted to test my ability to do housework and, "throw" to me a basin of clothes, said to me "Tao Tao, you are already seven years old, it should help your mother to share the household chores, reduce the burden on mom, I now go to buy food, if I come back, you have not washed well, you will be suffering. " Although the heart is very reluctant, but with mom's threat, but also had to compromise. After mom left, I stared at the basin of clothes, thinking: to wash clothes by hand, not by hand, what method should I use to wash? Right, use your feet to wash, think here, I quickly kicked the slippers to one side, jumped into the basin, soft and comfortable, I stepped in place in the basin, the basin of water in the rhythm of my footsteps, singing happily, as if in praise of my clever, very witty, so can you wash the clothes clean? I thought to myself, suddenly my mind came up with the washing machine spinning, a flash of light, draw out the left foot, press the "spin" button, "clatter" of water, then echoed in my ears. When my mom came back, I shouted happily, "Mom, mom, I invented a new way to wash clothes." Said, I just did the action again, doing while singing: "I'm very lazy, but I'm very smart ------" Before I finished singing, I will be four "paws" towards the sky. Childhood is beautiful, childhood is interesting, but childhood is short, let us fly together in childhood! Childhood story fourth grade essay Part 5 Everyone has an interesting childhood, childhood is wonderful, childhood is lively and lovely naive. I remember once I went to my grandmother's fish pond to touch the snails. To my grandmother's house, I immediately rolled up my pants, down to the water to touch the snails. But after half a day of touching, I only touched a few, I was very anxious. Just when I didn't want to touch, my mom said, "Don't give up, no matter what you do, you have to be single-minded, perseverance is victory." I listened to my mom's words and started to touch them again. Really, I touched a place full of snails, and I touched a lot of them at once. Just when I was happy, "Huh, what is this thing? Slippery." Mom said, "It must be a fish!" I brought it up and looked at it, wow, it was so long! Mom looked at it and immediately said, "Throw it away, it's a snake!" I was so scared that I threw it away and immediately ran to the shore, shouting, "OMG, how did I touch the snake?" Mom carefully took the basket up and said, "Look at you, so timid that you don't even want the snail." I was embarrassed and lowered my head, my mother said to me meaningfully, no matter what happens in the future, do not panic, to face calmly, so that you can make the right choice to solve the problem, I listened to my mother's words think it is very right, I want to follow my mother's words in the future, meet the problem calmly face, do not panic, do not be timid, so that no matter what difficulties they encountered can be solved. My mom gave me a happy childhood and a childhood that made me grow up Childhood stories 4th grade essay Part 6 There are many interesting things in every person's childhood, and I am no exception to this, come and see my interesting things! In the summer vacation of the third grade, my mother in order to exercise me, I have to cook alone at noon, I thought: not just cooking, who will not ah? So, I started to do it. I usually like to eat the most egg pancakes, I decided to do this dish first, I first opened fire, because I was afraid to open a small fire, I will not open the hood, no way, not the first time, it is inevitable. I learned from my mother to put on an apron, took an egg from the refrigerator, poured some oil into the pan, only to hear a "pop", I was so scared that I almost fainted, I was afraid of being fried to the pan lid, as a protective mask, and then I take the lid in one hand, one hand to take the egg, I vigorously put the egg to the edge of the pan, the egg shell cracked, but also leak out a lot of egg liquid, I immediately put the egg to the edge of the pan, and then I put the egg to the edge of the pan, and then I put the egg on the pan. I immediately moved the egg over the pan, great! Beat the egg successfully, well next time to copy, I picked up the spatula and began to copy, while scrambling while humming Fan Xiaoxuan's "health song" adapted version: "left three circles, right three circles, here scrambled, there scrambled, my favorite egg cake ......" I watched on the Almost cooked, and then learn those chefs, the eggs to the sky a throw, did not expect, the eggs are in the garbage bag, alas! I went to look at the clock, ah! Two o'clock, I really, play what stunt, meal have not eaten it! Speaking of rice, haha, I had an idea: yesterday mom did not leave some leftovers? Let's use that. I took the lunch box out of the fridge, put it in front of the stove, turned on the heat, and I poured the rice in, yes, I'm going to make fried rice! I poured a little bit of oil, brought the soy sauce over, after about 3 or 4 minutes, the rice was hot, I started pouring the soy sauce, and well, stir fry! I stir-fried, took out a bowl, took some rice, took a pair of chopsticks, and sat on a chair. I said out loud, "Let's eat!" I took a big bite of rice, and I couldn't wait to cry out. I spit out the rice, "Is this what people eat?" I took a look at the bottle of soy sauce, because I do not know how to cook, half a bottle of soy sauce down, can not be salty? Alas, this can only be blamed on their own cooking skills, no choice but to buy some bread to top off the stomach. In the evening, my mother came back, heard my "fried vegetables wind clouds" began to laugh, I thought: If I had known that, last time I learned to cook with my mother. No way, after all, it is the first time! Everyone's childhood will make a lot of jokes, very interesting, I really want to go back to that colorful childhood! Childhood stories fourth grade essay Part 7 I remember in my six years old in the spring, my family flew to two small swallows, they settled in my house next to the beams of a home, and soon hatched a nest of swallows. It was very lively. But after a long time, as the swallows grew up day by day, their droppings became more and more, and the eaves of our house became the swallows' toilet. Mom cleaned the house several times a day, and finally one day she couldn't help it and wanted to drive the swallows away from our house. Mom picked up a bamboo pole and poked it into the swallows' nest. The swallows were so scared that they chirped and chirped as if they were saying, "Help, come and save us! Help, come and save us!" Hearing the screams, I hurriedly put down my homework, pulling my mother, mother, why do you want to hurt them ah, do you know they can eat a lot of pests ah! Mom heard my words and said angrily, "It's not that I don't know, you have a good point, but they poop everywhere, I have to sweep several times a day, it's really annoying. It's fine if you can bring them to the toilet to poop, otherwise I'll definitely kick them out. After that, mom huffed and puffed and left. I looked at the swallows, alone in a daze. Mom's words kept echoing in my ears. Suddenly I thought of a good idea, although I couldn't send them to the toilet, I could make a special "toilet" for them! I was so proud of myself. So I found a useless plastic box, drilled holes around it, put on a wire, tied the wire into a ball and bent it into a hook shape, and then used a bamboo pole to hang the plastic box under the nest, so that I could catch the swallows' feces at any time. Mom looked at the toilet I made for the swallows. She smiled proudly and praised me for being smart! From then on, the swallows lived in our house, and I took over all the work of cleaning the "toilet" at regular intervals. Swifts, no one will hurt you anymore. Childhood stories fourth grade essay Part 8 Life is like a bottle of five flavors, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. In my childhood, I experienced the five flavors of life. Although, my childhood has sour, sweet, bitter, salty, but, counting or childhood sweet more ah! Thinking of that time, in kindergarten, I was stupidly looking up at the endless sky, but Dad broke into my imagination, and told me a very disturbing news: I have been disliked by the dance dad but I enrolled in the class tomorrow." Hearing this news was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. I was blinded ...... that night, I cried. I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. To the latter half of the night, I gradually understand, why my father to give me dance: the original father has long said to me to practice dance body slim, but I am afraid of suffering, has not been to go. Until today, I realized, mom and dad is to exercise my perseverance ah! The next day, I apologized to my parents (because, in order to learn dance I also had a fight with my father), and happily went to learn dance. Before I knew it, I was in first grade and had met my best friends: Lynn. Yuju. Yuxin. These three best friends not only enriched my world, but also brought me more happiness than ever before. Especially Linlin, because she is short, I respectfully call her Linbanpian, etc. Linbanpian is bigger than me, but I always call her that, nickname? Then there's Jade, she's also older than me and skinny, I call her Skinny Jade (I have nicknames for all three of my best friends). After class, the three of us always hang out together, like we're stuck with 502 glue, we can't be separated. Of course, these three people also gave me a nickname, they called me Xin'er. After a long time, we soaked together for a long time, we are like good sisters. Once, our three sisters together in the playground to play,, suddenly one of our three sisters ---- Linlin fell, we three quickly ran over, Linlin put to help up. The four of us help each other in our studies, take care of each other in life, and unite in love. The sweetness of childhood is another happy, the sweetness of childhood is like a kind of deep secret, waiting for you to discover. My childhood is sweet. However, it is my three friends like a magician, make my childhood as sweet as honey! Chapter 2: The Sourness of Childhood The sourness of my childhood is unforgettable to me. There were many, many things in my childhood that made my heart sore. But there was one thing that made me the most sour. I remember that it was the winter vacation of the first grade, my father went to Russia on a business trip, and when he left, he said that he would bring me back a small Russian object or toy to give me. After my father left, I have been looking forward to the arrival of this day, I look forward to, finally looked forward to the day of my father's return. I begged my mom to go to the airport with me to welcome my dad. My mom agreed to do so at my request. I bought a bouquet of flowers and went to the airport with my mom. Not long after, holding a large newspaper and tabloid, 'Dad came down from the plane. I rushed up in a flash and hugged my dad around the waist. We got home and took out the little toy my dad had bought me, a Russian nesting doll. It is mostly red, can be pulled apart, after pulling apart there is a small, and then pull apart and there is a smaller, and then pull apart there is a smallest. I like it very much, so this Russian nesting doll "safe and sound" accompanied me through half a year. Unexpectedly, in half a year after the day, mom suddenly said to me: "dream (my breast name), you are big, but also play with this kind of children's toys (referring to my Russian dolls), mom unit has many small children, back to your set of dolls to the children it, and later in the buy for you." I thought my mom was teasing with me, so I didn't care. But who knows the next day after school, I found my Russian nesting dolls disappeared, I asked my mom, "I gave it to my colleague's children." Mom said without thinking. That was my dad's substitute back from Russia! Let's say it is a toy, but more or less a souvenir! But ...... but you gave it to someone else ...... At that time I wanted to say to you, "I am so heartbroken." That night, I couldn't sleep ...... The acid of my childhood made me bitter, and now that I think about it all the acid of my childhood did make me bitter, but I don't think there will be sweet happiness without the bitterness of acid! Chapter 3: The Spice of Childhood The spice of childhood is so many, just like the stars in the sky, I can't count them all. During the winter vacation of the second grade, my father and I went to play in the North Road Park Fitness Park. On the way there, I saw a man throwing garbage with his hands. I thought, "It's his business if he throws trash, it's none of my business!" My dad and I went ahead. Suddenly, I saw a little girl younger than me run over to the uncle, tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Uncle, the Olympic Games are going to be held in Beijing in 20xx, but you don't protect the environment at all, and you throw garbage." The uncle immediately blushed after hearing this, "Little friend, it's the uncle's fault, I will definitely stop littering in the future, protect the environment and welcome the Beijing Olympic Games." Said he bent down and picked up the garbage he had just thrown. After he said thank you like the little girl, he took a big step away. Seeing this scene, dad said to me: "Look at this little sister who is smaller than you can take the initiative to reason with that unprotective environment, you are older than her, but you can't." Finished, Dad shook his head and sighed Listening to this, my heart is hot and spicy. That taste ah, spicy! I was like eating chili peppers, my face turned red all of a sudden, all the way to the root of my neck. I secretly swear: I must take the initiative to protect the environment in the future, and dare to "fight" with the recognition of the destruction of the environment "The childhood of the spicy ah, is to say a day can not be said, the childhood of the spicy so that I learned a lot of truth from it. Think about it, the spiciness of my childhood brings back a lot of memories. The fourth chapter: the childhood of the bitter Although, my childhood sweet most, but the childhood of the bitter more or less is also a little bit of it. During the winter vacation of the first grade, my dance class started. I thought it was easy to learn dance, so I went there happily. But who knows, when we got to the classroom, we started with leg presses, lower backs and so on. I hadn't learned it before, so I felt a lot of pain. It was hard to get through one class, I came home and said to my dad, "I don't want to learn dance anymore." But my dad said in all seriousness, "No, you can't back out, you must stick to it." Said he left with a stern face. In this way, I survived another dance class. But unexpectedly, Friday, I knocked my leg at school, but my father insisted that I go to class. I had to go to class again because I was too timid to tell the teacher. I was too timid to tell the teacher. So the teacher didn't know that I was knocked and let me continue to press my leg. My legs were already hurting, and the pressure made them hurt even more. I "wow" cried out, the teacher thought I was injured when I pressed my legs, in the teacher's repeated questioning, I finally "confessed". After class, my mom and dad came to pick me up, and when they saw me crying, they asked me what was wrong, but after I finished, my dad said, "It's nothing, just go home and put some medicine on it. Then they took me back home by car. At that moment, I wanted to say, "Hey, I'm so bitter." I was embarrassed by the bitterness of my childhood, but without the bitterness of my childhood, perhaps, I would not have my success today! Open the bottle of life, a burst of good memories are coming to you. Friends, let's heart to experience this life of the bottle of five flavors to bring us the joy of it! Childhood Stories 4th Grade Essay Part 9 In our time, the economy is developing very fast, cars, computers, cell phones and so on have been invented, and what do children play now? Needless to say that of course is to play with computers, cell phones, but in my father's time, not like us, then I will tell you, my father's childhood stories. Dad said that when he was a child, he and my grandparents played together in the field, three years old, because there was no kindergarten, and then followed my grandparents in the field to play until the age of seven, seven years old when the elementary school, when we went to school, not like we took the school bus to the school, but walking to, "I" walked with my classmates, we played marbles a moment, a moment here, pulling a piece of grass, a moment here, a moment there, a moment here, a moment here, a moment here, a moment there, a moment here, a moment here, a moment there. A moment here and there, pull a grass, there to pick a grass, there a grass, a moment and catch a little fish and shrimp ...... good not happy, if it is the weekend, it's even more fun, I'll be fishing with my buddies, play hide-and-seek, and sometimes also play water fights, it's fun, and sometimes with my buddies to put up the tent, then Lying comfortably inside sometimes we also tell ghost stories, scare people half dead, but also in the tent to play games, storytelling, singing very happy, sometimes even adults can not find us. If it is to the Spring Festival, it will be very fun, early in the morning to go to the market to buy New Year's paintings, firecrackers, Spring Festival couplets, after buying, the home to clean up a bit, and the little friends to steal time to set off a few firecrackers, and my grandparents and posting of the Spring Festival couplets, posting of New Year's paintings, and at night to invite a few pals to the home to watch the Spring Festival party, very lively. Although my father's childhood is very fun, but there are also hard, I really want to imagine them like a water fight fishing, hide and seek childhood ah. Childhood stories fourth grade essay Part 10 In my childhood there are too many stories, most of them have been forgotten, but there is only one thing y buried in my heart. It was May Day this year, my father and I brother, and aunts to go to Changzhou to play, when the weather in Changzhou, hot people like in the steamer, although I wore a small skirt, a t-shirt, but my back sweat beads or a hard to run out. I couldn't tell it was spring. In the Hippodrome Valley, I played with the children, where everywhere crowded with people, play on a project to wait a long time, so far the most unforgettable is the beast blood journey This project, people sitting on the boat, the kind of will be from the sky, surrounded by waves surrounded by the feeling of, do not know what words to describe, the sense of excitement is really no comparison with can be made. Whenever I think back to this incident, I can not help but cheer, so I want to go to enjoy the feeling at that time, to see " Beast Blood Journey " will not give me a new feeling. This wonderful time of childhood, in my heart will never be able to erase. And the childhood past is the best memories in everyone's life.