When I was five years old I was aware that I had a mature kindergarten child. I love music and I had a DVD in my home ,this DVD named "One people one song", I am next to listen again, instantly fell in love with "taoshengyijiu" and "September nine" the two songs, but my father think this two song singers are not very grade, he has been giving me a concept is: Song Zuying is my idol! And is very active in teaching me to sing "love my China". I don't want to say that the name of Song Zuying has a profound influence on me! When the primary school and the students to discuss pop music, people asked me who sang the song "waving wings of the girl" ? I answered: Song Zuying! By the way, when I was five years old I have learned to swim, since then every summer I go swimming in the river, so my skin is very dark, people call me Coal kid, I hate them!

六岁时我上小学，一年级的时候发生了两件事情，第一件事是打预防针，我们班有个叫张杰的同学，他还没打针就开始哭，这被我们笑了好久！其实我也哭了，同学们没发现！第二件事就是有一天我们正上课时，有个疯子冲进来掐着我们班主任的脖子！我们全班都受到惊吓！后来我们教导主任来了，他把疯子拉起走了，但是我们一班小孩都还惊魂未定，哇啊哇啊的哭，我其实是不怎么想哭的，真的，但我还是哭了，有点随大流的味道。 二年级我忘得差不多了，三年级和二年级差不多，但是Wendy和Emma出现了，Emma长得小个，我老是欺负她，Wendy不喜欢我，和我对着干，Emma梳个羊角辫天天被我扯辫子。所以事实上，我和Wendy还有Emma她们的友谊并不是从小就建立的，但是后来我们成为了非常好的朋友！当我四年级的时候，我的同学Tom给我们全班带来了一堆青蛙卵，这堆青蛙卵很好的被我们的自然课老师拿去帮助教学，我们一节课就在不知所以的玩青蛙卵，好好地一大坨剩了一半，被老师放进了培养皿养着，后来养成蝌蚪以后放进了喷水池，再后来水池周围教室上课老是听见癞蛤蟆叫唤，真是造孽！五年级有什么大事？哦有！我们一个年级去春游，然后把人家一片竹林烧完了，然后从此以后学校再也没有过春游！

When I was six years old and I was in primary school , the first thing is about to fight the needle, I have a classmate called Zhang Jie, he did not give an injection began to cry, we laugh at him for a long time! In fact, I also cried, but the students did not find! The second thing is that one day when we are in class, there is a mad rush in our class and neck of the head of our class teacher ! Our class teacher was frightened! Later we Dean came, he went up to a madman, but children is still suffering from the shock, I actually do not want to cry, really, but I cried, a little taste of the crowd. The second grade I am remember, the third grade and the second grade is similar, but Wendy and Emma in my life, Emma was small, I always bullied her, Wendy does not love me, and I did too. So in fact, I and Wendy and Emma their friendship is not built from an early age, but later we become very good friends! When I was in the fourth grade, my classmates in our class Tom to bring a bunch of frog eggs, this pile of frog eggs is very good in our science teacher to help teaching us a lesson , the teacher was put into a Petri dish, then developed into tadpoles after the fountain, then around the pool in the classroom and it made us always hear the toad call, it was really evil! What big deal in grade five? Oh! We have a grade outing, then put a piece of bamboo were burned, and then after school no longer had a spring outing!

My childhood was unforgettable. When I was five years old, I went to the kindergarten every day. I had a lot of good time with my little friends. My parents took good care of me. I didn’t need to care about food and clothes and any other things. I was very happy in those days. But one day, my mother told me that she wouldn't pick me up after school. I was afraid of going home alone, so I started to cry and I was angry with my mother. Although I insisted that she and my father should protect me safely, they still disagreed with me. They thought it was good for me to learn to be independent. The next day after class, I had to take a bus to go back home. I forgot to see the bus route when I got on. Therefore, when the bus was more and more far from my home, I felt anxious. Finally, I got the last stop, and then took the same bus back home. When I told my parents my story, they never thought it is a mistake, on the contrary, they thought it is a useful experience. From then on, I don't let them meet me after school any more.

In my childhood, filled with a lot of interesting young Fun, will not help laughing sometimes question that all of us should ask. One thing that made me worry about a new memory. I remember that during the last one year when Sunday morning, I was sitting comfortably on the sofa and watch television with relish. Inadvertently, I saw on television a chicken farm in the chicken, all kinds, colors, yellow, white, a very lovely. Small brain, the eyes turn round stop, coupled with the hairy body, especially elicit people like. I felt I needed to have an idea of buying a handful of chick-let. Mom in the kitchen cooking, I went to my mother around grinning, and said : "Mother, father to father, I have bought a few chicks! Overtime, it will give you time to buy, ah? "I have a lot of pouting and said " I really hate! "You know they collapsed on the sofa again, a second time to have passed. Suddenly, I scare up, the refrigerator is not the egg? I think about while talking to himself on, do it! Won two eggs through the refrigerator" Hen hatching chicks depending on the temperature of the eggs were hatched to, if I were to the hatching, eggs are being squeezed easily broken. Dad back, the storm will soon have to open their eyes, into a bedroom, opened quilts, sleeping only heard the father was not named soon, I immediately went past, and my father was out of paper shining his pants. I secretly smiled, and her mother came running over and down the back of the skull. Dad angry and said Hey you, is not a good thing you do? I will detail in the dark to tell the parents. We all I always dream about returning to the past.

As many people say, childhood is the happiest and easiest time in one’s life. Children show you their true emotions. In their world, all real thoughts are presented. They may easily have different opinions with others, but they never understand what animosity is. They enjoy making friends but they never think about making social communication net. Every child talks from the bottom of his heart without evil plans hidden and never intrigues against each other. Only in children’s way can adults make our life simple, more real and more enjoyable. I wish everyone’s heart would keep as innocent and lovely as they ever did in their childhood. Then, the walls between our hearts can be broken down and the world would be a better place to live in. l laughed, and her mother rubbed my small brain, dumb children, no eggs were hatched chicks. It made me understand a Profound truth that people should not blindly do, but after careful thought, and action.

How does someone rediscover their childhood? I have people who are only a year older than me saying, “You’re so young”. “Enjoy your youth”, they lament, “I’m so old now.” I laugh and think to myself, “I had no idea aging one year could be so horrible.” Nonetheless, hearing them say this makes me reflect on my own life when I was a child. I end up surprising myself when I realize that something I remember so vividly happened so long ago. “How is that possible?” I wonder. Where did my childhood go? What does it mean to seek my childhood? The truth is I cannot answer this question until I know when my childhood has ended? Where and at what time? Was it when I turned 13 or 15 or 18? Did it end when I could go places by myself? Did my childhood end when I graduated from high school or will it end when I graduate from university? Could it be when I start getting wrinkles and losing my hair? I think finding when my childhood was lost is impossible by these terms. I can’t simply say, “Ah, yes! I remember when my childhood ended. It was an unusually warm day in November at approximately quarter past 5 in the evening. I asked my mother for tea afterward."

If I were a girl again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was or inconvenient. If we want light, we must conquer darkness. Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results. “There are only two creatures,” as a proverb, “who can surmount the pyramids—the eagle and the snail.” If I were a girl again, I would school myself into a habit of attention; I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand. I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once. The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we early enough. I often hear grown up people say “ I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so” , and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth. If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory. I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion. It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately; but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble. It only needs early cultivation to become a power.