Childhood, like a box, contains many colorful memories. In our wonderful childhood, many memorable things happened. The following is an example of writing interesting stories about childhood that I collected for you. I hope you like it.

My childhood was rich and colorful, and there is one thing that I will never forget.

I still remember that I was very happy when I first learned to ride a bike. Dad pushed me behind, and I listened to music while riding. Because the drip of cars on the road was too noisy, I drowned my favorite "the most dazzling national wind" So I increased the volume and didn't even open my eyes, as if I were living in a beautiful atmosphere of music. But because the voice is too high, I can't hear what my father is saying behind, just listen to "hey!" Bang, I hit the wall.

I thought to myself: it seems that learning to ride a bike is quite difficult, and it can't be done at once. I rode my bike with confidence again, and it wobbled. "Bang!" "Oh, it hit a tree!

I tried again and fell down three or four times. My confidence suddenly disappeared, and I shouted, "Stop riding, it's too difficult."

Then my father came over and touched my head and said, "Never mind, let's try again!" " "When I got on my bike again, I was so nervous that I was afraid of falling down again. I rode in front and my father pushed behind. After a while, I said, "Dad, don't let go!" " "When I look back, my father has been far away from me. I said happily and loudly, "I finally learned to ride a bike."

Through this bicycle study, I understand that success lies in persistence and concentration. If you want to finish something seriously, you must work hard.

This incident in my childhood has deeply influenced me so far, and I believe it will also affect my life.

Write an interesting composition about childhood (Part II) Childhood is a ticking alarm clock, and the past often rings the heart bell; Childhood is a colorful bubble, blooming in the bright sunshine. Childhood, or a string of candied haws, sour and sweet; Childhood is more like a dusty pink candy box in the corner of memory-representing sweetness, innocence and happiness. That's what I am. But what highlights the fun of childhood is the stupid things we did in childhood.

It's midsummer, and cicadas are screaming "cicadas, cicadas". Rhubarb dog on the roadside, with a flat pink tongue. The willows on the roadside hung their heads, and their green hair was softened by the warm sunshine. There is not a breath of wind. Hoo-hot, really hot. My mother saw me so angry that she asked for two ice creams. I took one and opened the package in a hurry. I can't wait to swallow it. As soon as I got it to my mouth, I suddenly remembered that I ate an unwashed apple last time, and my stomach ached to death. From then on, I never dare to eat anything that I don't wash. This ice cream ... forget it, for insurance, wash it! I went to the bathroom, turned on the water valve and washed it carefully. Strange, why is it getting smaller and smaller? Forget it, forget it, whatever. It's clean this time. I finished the ice cream in three bites. Alas, why did I eat it so fast? I don't want to. It's a waste of brain. My mother couldn't help laughing when I went back to tell her. What's the matter? But my mother laughed so happily that I laughed with her! So I laughed. Mom smiled at me, too, stunned. "You, this is a child!" "Ha ha ha ha ....." Happy laughter came from the window, cicada stopped barking, and yellow dog looked here. When the willow heard our hearty laughter, it seemed to have a soul ... how nice!

Childhood ... how wonderful!

Write an interesting composition about childhood (Part III) Childhood is like a sweet music; Like a wonderful dream; Like a paradise full of happiness; Like a book full of fantasy ... I did cute and childish stupid things when I was a child, so I will tell you one today.

I remember when I was 5 years old, I did a very childish thing. That day, my mother asked me to buy vinegar. When I was a child, I didn't know what vinegar was, so I asked my mother, "What is vinegar?" Mom smiled and said, "You will know when you buy it. You just need to tell the salesman to buy a bottle of vinegar. " I readily promised: "I know, don't worry!" " So, my mother gave me 10 yuan, and I set off happily!

After buying vinegar and paying the money, I began to "study" vinegar. I carefully observed the vinegar and looked at it. I think it is very similar to coke. It's about the same color as coke, and it's also bottled. Looking at it, I have an impulse to drink it. Finally, the greedy desire in my heart "overcame" me, and I could no longer restrain my impulse. I unscrewed the bottle cap and tasted it, feeling sour. "Bah ... not good at all. It's sour. " Suddenly, my curiosity about vinegar deepened again. I hurried home, trying to get my mother to solve my series of problems. My mother saw me running home panting and asked me what was wrong. I gasped and said, "Mom, look at this vinegar. Has it expired? " Mom picked up the vinegar and looked at it and said, "No!" " "I asked again," Then why is it so sour? " "How do you know this is sour?" Mom asked. I tried so hard to find the answer, but I accidentally let it slip. Mother immediately smiled: "vinegar tastes sour!" """Ah!" I let out a cry and stuck out my tongue embarrassedly.

How's it going? Is it funny that I treat vinegar as coke? Tell me about your lovely childhood!

Write interesting stories about childhood Part II (Selected Part IV) Childhood is a painting with our beautiful world in it; Childhood is a song that sings our happiness and joy; Childhood is a dream, in which we have expectations and desires for growth. ...

I grew up in the countryside when I was a child. One day, I found a dead frog in my grandparents' field. Adults often say, "Be safe in the grave." I don't know why I picked up the dead frog, dug a hole for the frog like an adult, buried the frog, picked up a piece of wood and asked my cousin to write the words "frog's tomb" and put it in front of the mound where the frog was buried. Then, like an adult, he bent down and murmured, "Little frog. Goodbye, rest in peace! "

Once, my grandfather and I were the only ones at home. Grandpa took me to the mountains to cook wild rice. I have little interest in cooking. Grandpa was busy there alone, so I went to the small bamboo forest on the side, strolled around it and found a snake. I don't know why, I'm not afraid at all, maybe it's because I didn't know what a snake was then! The snake crawled towards me. I don't know where I got the courage. I ran over and caught the snake. I thought this long thing would twist and resist, but I didn't expect it to resist at all and let me take it away. I ate four bowls of wild rice mixed with snake meat in the evening!

Write an interesting composition about childhood (Part 5) Childhood is a colorful world and a beautiful memory. But in my eyes, childhood is an ocean of knowledge, which gives me knowledge and makes me feel the pleasure of reading.

It was one night three years ago, and my father said, "Let's hold a family idiom contest." My brother and everyone in the family said in unison, "Good." Only I am silent, in a daze, thinking hard. Because I seldom read books, my knowledge base is seriously lacking in nutrition. Now the competition is coming, and the last one must be me. Brother studies so well, the champion must be his.

My sister wanted to read my mind and see my appearance, so she asked, "What's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable? " I said, "Nothing." With dad's command, the game began. My brother confidently said an idiom, and it was my turn to say it. I said without fighting spirit, "The golden cicada will shell [Ke]." No sooner had I finished than my family was ecstatic. I quickly looked up the dictionary, but I didn't expect to pronounce shell [Joe] as shell [Ke], and I laughed myself. I felt ashamed, and from then on, I made up my mind. Be sure to read more. My brother said to me, "You are the last one. Work harder. "

From this competition, I have great feelings; Read more books, or you will hate reading less when you use them. There is a lot of knowledge in the world, so we must study hard. Childhood gave me knowledge and let me sail to the other side of success.

Write an interesting composition about childhood (selected article 6) Childhood is a colorful rosy cloud in the sky. Let me point to the most gorgeous color in the rosy clouds and tell you its story!

I remember one day in the summer vacation, my parents had a holiday that day. They said to me, "Let's go out and do something. You wait at home and open the door for us later. " He said that and left.

I am bored at home. What should I do? I have to lie in bed and read comics.

"Knock, knock, knock" Someone knocked at the door, and I thought: Mom and Dad must be here! I hurried out of bed to open the door. I saw my neighbor Xiaoli carrying "kitchen utensils". "Let's play house," she said with a smile, her eyes narrowed into a thin line. I couldn't resist the temptation to follow her. But then I thought: What if Mom and Dad come back without keys? Suddenly I thought of a way.

I immediately ran into the room and picked up a pen and paper. I scribbled: the key is on the bed. Help yourself when you come back! Then stick the note on the door.

How time flies! I have been playing for an hour! I ran home at once. "I'm back!" As I ran, I saw my parents standing at the door with their hands akimbo and some "flames" on their heads: "Where have you been?" Mother roared with her lion. She looked at me. I'm covered in mud, and the flame on my head seems to be three feet high. We'll talk about it later. -I was defeated.

After this incident, I understand, never be smart, or you will be at your own risk.