In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. How to write a good composition? The following is the 10 composition of my childhood story. Welcome to read the collection. Childhood story 1 Childhood is like a colorful diary, and childhood is like a colorful shell, which records the joys and sorrows of my childhood. Open the door of memory, there are a lot of things flooding in. There is one thing I can't forget so far, which is funny in retrospect. It was on a sunny afternoon. At that time, I was only four years old and walked into the classroom under the guidance of my teacher. The teacher gave each of us a small dish with a biscuit in it, which was a snack after our nap. Although it's only a little, it's good enough for a four-year-old child. A cute and greedy mind can never satisfy this cookie. I ate my share of cookies in a small bowl. My small eyes never stopped in the empty bowl, but stared at the cookie box held by the teacher. I really want to eat another biscuit. But I dare not tell the teacher. I, a gluttonous person, finally can't sit still. I ran to the podium to get the rest of the cookies from the teacher. I was afraid of being scolded by the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher touched my little head kindly and said, "All the cookies have been distributed. Would you like some cookies? " I nodded and said loudly, "I want it." After that, the teacher put the cookies in my small plate. The children all cast envious eyes at me. Of course, I proudly returned to my seat. Now start eating cookies! But how eager I am to eat cookies. I ran to the podium again and asked the teacher if there was any tea. The teacher smiled and said, "No."I asked again, is there any broken tea? The teacher smiled and quickly explained to me that the biscuit was broken and there was no tea. Everyone's childhood is naive, lively, interesting and happy, and it is full of colors. We all have a happy childhood! We can't let it lose its color. The story of childhood is like the stars in the sky, countless, but like the brightest one, it will always shine in my memory. I can't forget it. I remember it was a hot summer, and there were many mosquitoes in my yard. So, my mother bought a bottle of green water, which looked nice. I thought: Mom must have bought something delicious again. Why didn't she invite me to dinner? I saw my mother put the bottle of jade water on the bedside table and went to work. I quietly put the bottle of water into my pocket. Run to the back room of my house. Pour this bottle of water into your mouth. Just after drinking a little, I felt my tongue burning and numb. I was shocked and thought: this can't be the legendary poison! I was so scared. I ran to my mother and said to her, "Mom, I ate poison." "What did you eat?" Mother asked anxiously. I showed the bottle to my mother. After reading it, my mother said to me, "Nothing, that's essential balm. Don't be afraid. " After a while, my mother brought me a bottle of water and told me to gargle for a while. At last, I was numb. Mom said, "fortunately, it's just wind oil essence." If it is rat poison, it will be troublesome. " I nodded my head hard. As time went by, I grew up. I understand that some things are edible, and some things will make us sick, so we can't eat them indiscriminately. I can't help laughing when I think about it. Childhood story 3 There are endless stories in childhood, but there are always a few interesting things that make you remember deeply. I remember it was a Sunday, and my brother and I were at home. I am reading an interesting experiment book. One of the experimental articles said: sharpen the soap and draw a few lines on the mirror, and the traces of soap will be as realistic as cracks. Seeing this, I want to play a prank, play a joke with my parents, and let them relax and forget the fatigue of work. So, I told my brother about this "great" plan, and my brother readily agreed. Then we started to split up: my brother brought half a bar of soap and I brought a fruit knife. Soon, we will sharpen our points. We immediately ran to the bathroom and began to draw the "poor" mirror. Soon, the mirror was "divided". After enjoying our "masterpiece", we went to the living room to watch TV with our younger brother, waiting for the drama to be staged. After a while, the door clicked open. It turns out that my mother came back from work. We sat on the sofa and watched TV, secretly observing my mother's every move: I saw my mother changing clothes in the bedroom as usual, and then went to the bathroom to wash her hands. "ah!" Shit, a scream scared my brother and me. My brother and I rushed over and pretended to be puzzled and asked my mother, "Mom, what's the matter?" "Look! How did the glass break there? Did you do it? " Mother asked angrily. "No, we didn't do anything," I said. "And we didn't hear the sound of broken glass." The younger brother echoed. At this time, my father came back and my mother told my father about it. I saw my father hurried to the mirror, looked at it carefully and said with a smile, "You two naughty boys dare to make fun of your parents. I can see at a glance that everyone in this mirror is intact and undamaged, so you are made of soap, right? " "oh! Dad is so smart! " My brother and I clapped our hands and shouted happily. "Really?" Mother wiped the mirror with her hand in disbelief, and the broken ground easily recovered. "ah! It is really soap! Well, you two little villains lied to me together! " Mom pretended to be angry and came to get us. We ran away laughing. What a wonderful childhood fun, what an unforgettable happy time ... childhood story 4. What happened in childhood, like the stars in the sky, is countless, and the most dazzling one is still one. When I was a child, I was the "little emperor" in my family. I once opened my mouth for a long time and reached for my clothes. Once, my mother wanted to test my ability to do housework, so she "threw" me a pot of clothes and said to me, "Tao Tao, you are seven years old. It's time to help my mother share housework and lighten her burden. I am going to buy food now. If you don't wash well when I come back, you will suffer. " Although I am reluctant, I have to compromise under the threat of my mother. After my mother left, I was in a daze at the basin of clothes, thinking: Wash clothes by hand, not by hand. How should I wash them? By the way, wash it with your feet. Thinking of this, I quickly kicked off my slippers and jumped into the basin. It is so soft and comfortable. I stood quietly in the basin, and the water in the basin sang happily with my rhythm, as if praising my cleverness and wit. Can I clean the clothes in this way? I thought to myself, suddenly I saw the washing machine spinning in my mind. In a flash, I pulled out my left foot and pressed the "rotate" button, and the sound of "Hua La" echoed in my ears. When my mother came back, I shouted happily, "Mom, mom, I invented a new method of washing clothes." As I spoke, I repeated the action just now and sang, "I am lazy, but I am smart." I threw my paws into the air before I finished singing. Childhood is beautiful, childhood is interesting, but childhood is short, let's fly childhood together! The story of childhood Everyone has an interesting childhood. Childhood is beautiful, and everyone in childhood is lively, lovely and naive. I remember once, I went to grandma's fish pond to touch snails. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I immediately rolled up my pants and went down to the water to touch the snails. Only a few people can touch for a long time, and they are very anxious. Just when I didn't want to touch it, my mother said, "Don't give up. Whatever you do, you should be single-minded. Persistence is victory. " After listening to my mother's words, I began to touch again. Really, I touched a place full of snails and touched a lot at once. Just when I was happy, "Hey, what is this? Slippery. " Mother said, "It must be a fish!" "Let me pick it up and see. Wow, it's so long! Mother saw it and immediately said, "throw it away, it's a snake!" "I threw it away in horror and ran to the shore immediately, shouting," Mom, how can I touch that snake? " Mother picked up the basket carefully and said, "Look at you, you are timid and don't even want snails." I bowed my head in embarrassment, and my mother told me meaningfully that no matter what happens in the future, don't panic, face it calmly, so as to make the right choice to solve the problem. After listening to my mother, I think it's quite right. In the future, I will face the problem calmly, without panic or timidity, so that no matter what difficulties I encounter, I can solve them. My mother gave me a happy childhood, and it was also the story of my childhood that made me grow up. Everyone's childhood has many interesting things, and I am no exception. Come and see my interesting story! In the third summer vacation, my mother asked me to cook alone at noon in order to exercise me. I thought to myself, this is just cooking. Who wouldn't? So I started to do it. I usually like omelets, so I decided to cook this dish first. I shot first. Because I was afraid, I opened a small fire. I can't turn on the range hood. I can't help it This is the first time. This is inevitable. I learned to wear an apron with my mother, took an egg from the refrigerator and poured some oil into the pot. I just heard a bang. I nearly fainted with fear. I was afraid of being blown up, so I picked up the lid as a protective cover. Then I hold the lid in one hand and the egg in the other. I dropped the egg on the edge of the pot, and the shell cracked, but it also leaked a lot of egg liquid. I'll move the egg on it at once. The eggs were beaten successfully. Okay, it's time to copy. I picked up a spatula and began to copy. While frying, I hummed the adapted version of Mavis Fan's "Health Song": "Left three turns, right three turns, fried here, fried there, I like to eat omelets best ..." I watched it almost cooked, and then learned from the chefs and threw the eggs into the sky. Unexpectedly, the egg is in the middle of a garbage bag. I looked at the clock, ah! It's two o'clock. I'm really, what stunts have I played and I haven't eaten yet! Speaking of rice, haha, I had a brainwave: didn't mom leave some leftovers yesterday? Just use that. I took the lunch box out of the refrigerator and put it in front of the stove. I made a big fire and poured the rice in. Yes, I'm going to cook fried rice! I poured some oil and brought soy sauce. After about 3 or 4 minutes, the meal was hot and I began to pour soy sauce. Ok, fry! I cooked, took out a bowl, filled some rice, took a pair of chopsticks and sat on the chair. I said loudly, "Let's eat!" I ate a mouthful of rice and wanted to cry. I spit it out in one gulp: "Is this a human meal?" I looked at the bottle of soy sauce. Because I can't cook, half a bottle of soy sauce went down. Can it be salty? Alas, I can only blame myself for my poor cooking. I have no choice but to buy some bread to fill my stomach. In the evening, my mother came back. As soon as I heard my "cooking storm", I began to laugh. I thought: If I had known this, I would have learned to cook from my mother last time. I can't help it, after all, it's the first time! Everyone's childhood will make a lot of jokes, which is very interesting. I really want to return to that colorful childhood! I remember one spring when I was six years old, two little swallows flew to my house. They built a home next to my house beam and soon hatched a nest of swallows. It's too noisy. But not long after, as the swallows grew up day by day, their droppings became more and more. The eaves of our house have become the toilets for swallows. My mother has to clean it several times a day. Finally one day, my mother couldn't help it. She wants to drive the swallows away from our house. My mother picked up a bamboo pole and poked it at the nest. The swallow was so scared that she kept chirping, as if to say, "Help! Help, come and help us! " Hearing the crying, I quickly put down my homework and grabbed my mother. Mom, why did you hurt them? Do you know that they can eat many pests? My mother listened to my words and said angrily, "It's not that I don't know, what you said is very reasonable, but they shit everywhere, and I have to sweep it several times a day, which is really annoying." You can take them to the toilet to shit, or I will definitely drive them away. My mother left angrily. I looked at the swallow, alone in a daze. My mother's words have been ringing in my ears. A good idea suddenly occurred to me. Although we can't send them to the toilet, we can make a special "toilet" for them! My heart is full of pride. So I found a useless plastic box, drilled holes around it, put on wire, tied the wire into a ball and bent it into a hook shape, and then hung the plastic box under the bird's nest with bamboo poles, so that I could catch the feces discharged by swallows at any time. Mom, look at the toilet I made for the swallow. I smiled smugly and praised me for being smart! Swallows have lived in our house since then, and I am responsible for cleaning the toilet regularly. Swallow, no one will hurt you again. Childhood story 8 Life is like a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. When I was a child, I experienced the five flavors of life. Although my childhood was sour, sweet, bitter and salty, it was still much sweeter! I remember when I was looking up at the endless sky in kindergarten, my father broke into my imagination and told me a very disturbing news: my father reported me a dance that I had never liked, and classes will start tomorrow. "Hearing this news is like a bolt from the blue. I was suddenly cheated ... that night, I cried. I tossed and turned in bed, but I couldn't sleep. It was not until after midnight that I gradually understood why my father signed me up for dancing: my father had told me that dancing was slim, but I was afraid of hardship and never went. Until today, I realized that mom and dad are exercising my perseverance! The next day, my parents and I apologized (because we had a quarrel with my father) and went to learn dance happily. Unconsciously, I went to grade one and met my best friend: Linlin. Yuyu. Yuxin. These three good friends not only enriched my world, but also brought me unprecedented happiness. Especially, because she is short, I respectfully call her monitor Lin and so on. Class leader Lin is bigger than me, but I always call her that. Nickname? And Yuyu, older and thinner than me. I call her Xiaoyu (all my three good friends have nicknames). After class, the three of us always get together, as if we were stuck with 502 glue. Of course, these three people also gave me nicknames. They called me Xiner. After a long time, we spend a long time together, and we are like good sisters. Once, we three sisters played together on the playground. Suddenly, one of our three sisters, Linlin, fell down. The three of us rushed over and Linlin helped her up. The four of us help each other in study, take care of each other in life, and unite and be friendly. The sweetness of childhood makes me happy. The sweetness of childhood is like a hidden secret, waiting for you to discover it. My childhood was very sweet. However, it was my three friends who made my childhood as sweet as honey as a magician! Chapter two: The childhood acid made me unforgettable. There are many sad things in my childhood. But there is one thing that saddens me the most. I remember it was the winter vacation of the first grade. My father went to Russia on business. When he left, he promised to bring me a small Russian object or toy when he came back. I have been looking forward to this day since my father left. I'm looking forward to it. I finally look forward to the day when my father returns to China. I begged my mother to go to the airport with me to welcome my father home. My mother agreed to my request. I bought a bunch of flowers and went to the airport with my mother. After a while, my father got off the plane with big newspapers and tabloids. I rushed up and hugged my father's waist. We came home and took out a small toy my father bought me, a Russian doll. It is usually red and can be pulled out. After pulling out, there is a small one inside, then pull out another small one, and then pull out the smallest one inside. I like it very much, so this Russian doll accompanied me safely for half a year. Unexpectedly, one day after half a year, my mother suddenly said to me, "MengMeng (my real name), you still play with this kind of children's toy when you are old (referring to my Russian doll). My mother has many children at work. Give your doll to the children in the future and buy it for you in the future. " I thought my mother was joking with me, so I didn't care. But the next day after school, I found my Russian doll missing. I asked my mother, "I gave it to my colleague's child." Mom said casually. That's my father's substitute from Russia! Say it's a toy, but it's also a souvenir! But ... but you gave it to someone else ... I really wanted to say "I'm so sad." That night, I couldn't sleep ... The childhood acid made me bitter. Now I think all the acid when I was a child really made me suffer, but I think there is no sweet happiness without acid suffering! Chapter III: Seasoning of childhood. There are so many spices in childhood. Just like the stars in the sky, there are countless. During the second grade winter vacation, my father and I went to Beiluyuan Fitness Park to play. On the way, I saw a man throwing rubbish at random. I thought, "it's his business that he throws garbage, and I can't control it!" " "Dad and I will go forward. Suddenly, I saw a little girl younger than me running over, patted my uncle on the shoulder and said to him, "Uncle, Beijing will host the Olympic Games in 20xx, but you don't protect the environment at all and litter. "My uncle immediately blushed at this:" Friend, it's my uncle's fault. I will definitely stop littering, protect the environment and welcome the Beijing Olympic Games. " Then he bent down and picked up the rubbish he had just thrown. He said thank you like a little girl and strode away. Seeing this scene, my father said to me, "Look, this sister can take the initiative to reason with that environmentally unfriendly person. You are older than her, but you can't. " Say that finish, father shook his head and sighed. Hearing this, my heart is burning. That smell, spicy! Like eating Chili, my face turned red at once, until it reached the root of my neck. I secretly swear in my heart: I must take the initiative to protect the environment in the future and dare to "struggle" with those who destroy the environment. In other words, I can't finish talking all day. Spicy childhood made me understand a lot of truth. Think about it. I remember my spicy childhood vividly. Chapter Four: The Bitterness of Childhood Although my childhood is the sweetest, how much is it? In the winter vacation of senior one, my dance began. I thought it was easy to learn dance, so I went happily. Who knows, when we get to the classroom, we will go to leg press and bend down first. I haven't learned it, so I feel very painful. After a class, I went home and said to my father, "I don't want to learn dance." But dad said solemnly, "No, you can't back down. You must keep learning. " Then he left with a straight face. In this way, I survived another dance class. Unexpectedly, on Friday, I broke my leg at school, but my father insisted that I go to class. Well, my arm can't beat my thigh, so I have to go to class again. I am too timid to tell the teacher. So the teacher didn't know I was knocked, so she asked me to take leg press. My leg hurts, but it hurts more when I press it. I cried with a "wow". The teacher thought that I, leg press, was injured. Under the teacher's repeated questioning, I finally confessed. My parents came to pick me up after class. When they saw me crying, they quickly asked me what was wrong. When I finished, my father said, "Nothing, just go home and take some medicine. "Then he drove me home. At that moment, I wanted to say, "Hey, I'm so bitter. "The bitterness of childhood embarrassed me, but without the bitterness of childhood, perhaps, there would be no success for me today! Open the five-flavor bottle of life, and waves of beautiful memories come to you. Friends, let's try our best to experience the happiness brought by this five-flavor bottle life! The story of childhood In our time, the speed of economic development is very fast, and cars, computers and mobile phones have all been invented. What are the children playing now? Needless to say, of course, I was playing computer and mobile phone, but in my father's time, it was not like us, so I will tell you the story of my father's childhood. Dad said he played in the fields with my grandparents when he was a child. At the age of three, because there was no kindergarten at that time, he played in the fields with my grandparents until he was seven. At the age of seven, he went to primary school. When he was at school, he didn't take the school bus to school, but walked with his classmates. We played marbles for a while. There was a meadow here and a meadow there. After a while, I played a trick on fish and shrimp ... it was so interesting. If it is a weekend, it will be more fun. I will go fishing, play hide-and-seek and sometimes play water games with my friends. Very interesting. Sometimes I will build a tent with my friends and lie comfortably in it. Sometimes we tell ghost stories, frighten people to death, and play games, tell stories and sing songs in tents. Sometimes even adults are very happy. If it is the Spring Festival, it will be fun. I will go to the market early in the morning to buy New Year pictures, firecrackers and Spring Festival couplets. After buying, I will tidy up my home, set off some firecrackers with my friends, post Spring Festival couplets and New Year pictures with my grandparents, and invite some friends home to watch the Spring Festival party in the evening. Very lively. Although my father's childhood was fun, it was also very hard. I really want to have a childhood of playing with water, fishing and hiding like them. Childhood stories 10 There are too many childhood stories, most of which have been forgotten, except one thing deeply buried in my heart. This year is May Day. I went to Changzhou to play with my father, brother and aunt. At that time, the weather in Changzhou was like being in a steamer. Although I am wearing a short skirt and a T-shirt, the sweat on my back keeps coming out. I didn't even know it was spring. My children and I are playing in the frolic valley, where people are everywhere. It takes a long time to play a project. What impressed me the most so far was the journey of animal blood, in which people sat on the boat, surrounded by waves from the sky. I don't know what words to use to describe it. That kind of excitement is really unparalleled. Whenever I recall this, I can't help cheering. I really want to enjoy the feeling at that time and see if the "journey of animal blood" will bring me new feelings. This wonderful childhood will never be erased in my heart. Childhood memories are the best memories in everyone's life.