The look of a toy slingshot essay 400

Childhood is like a colorful box, if you open it, there is always something rare inside. I can't help but laugh out loud thinking about it!

I remember when I came to my grandmother's house during summer vacation in first grade. When I arrived at my grandmother's house I always wanted to find something to do. I saw the raw material for my grandfather to fix the tire on the bike, and suddenly thought why not make a slingshot to play!

First of all, prepare the materials, a thicker wire, a foot long air dish heart, a patch. Then use pliers to wrench the wire into a bow shape, tie the ends of the gas dish heart to the wire frame, and then glue the patch to the other end of the gas dish heart. The final slingshot is complete!

Preparing the bullets - small stones - and looking for a test target, I finally chose a meter box on a street pole. I took out the bullet, put on the butt, squeeze the bullet, pull the bow aimed at the meter box, a loose bullet "whoosh" sound flew out, needless to say hit the target, the bullet flew to where I do not know. The second time I fired again, I pulled the bow hard, my eyes fixed on the meter box, this time I saw the bullet flew past the meter box. The third time I tried to shoot, I summarized my experience, when aiming, the bullet is in the middle of the launching frame, and then aim at the meter box to shoot, which is equivalent to saying that the bullet, the middle point of the launching frame and the meter box are in a branch line, and this time I hit the bullet really accurately. I then fired a few more bullets, and they all hit. I ran home excitedly and told my grandmother about it, who, instead of praising me, reprimanded me severely.

Since then, the slingshot and I have been inseparable. The puppies in my grandmother's house ran away as fast as they saw me, like the plague. Once the grandma's chick was hit by me, the chick was too defenseless, and died after two bounces, which