Time flies,but the memories of my childhood still like a sweet dream.When I remind of those funny things,I always wear a big smile on my face.Althought they are infantile,innocent and silly,I cherish them a lot.I know the fact that I can not experience them any more.
The first time I played roller-skating,I was excited.It was my classmate’s birthday,he invited many friends to the skati
ng rink.I wasn’t good at roller-skating.He suggested me skate by the side.then he would ask his brother who was proficient to teach me.According to his brother,I could skate freely .Finally,he organized all his friends.We put our hands on others’ shoulder.We skated like a train.All the people in the skating rink stopped to watch us.I thought they might feel our passion. and be deeply affected.
I always dream about returning to the past. That carefree time give me countless happiness and make me grow healthily and enjoyably. Childhood is the most colorful time in my life for it is a memory ,a mystery and a gift.
I live in a small town and spend my pleasant time there. Although I can’t remember numerous things clearly. I remember that long road which filled with polar trees and metasequoia trees. Along the road ,there is a river through the town. The road and river storage the most precious memory in my childhood . When I am 5 years old, my father bought me a red bike for my birthday present . I was so excited and show off to others. I still remember that afternoon, I followed my father came to the road, which his hands hold my hands tightly and I still cherish his powerful and warm hands. Then, he started to teach me how to ride bike and what to pay attention to. In the beginning, he clutched the bike tightly behind me and cheered for me . I believed him and ride my bike without worries .suddenly, he let go of his hands and I didn’t know at all. I fell off from my bike and I burst into tears due to fear and pain. later , with the encouragement from my father, I pushed my bike and practiced it again and again. Finally, I learned how to ride bike. Now, I moved off from the town ,the small red bike has been broken , whenever I see a bike ,I am extremely touched.
My family lived in a courtyard and we have friendly neighborhood.
During my most childhood time, I play with them together. We have played different kinds of games, such as hopscotch, kicking shuttlecock, play house etc. I like playing house most. One children
Looking through the clear blue sky, my heart says: My dear parents, thank you for giving me the best years of my life!
While walking through the green fields
For the sunshine in our eyes
Our memories can never decay
That’s called the childhood days
Open your heart and keep it as innocent as you ever did in your childhood, you will find happiness is always around you.
How time flies! Now I am a young man. Every time I open my photo album, those childish pictures of mine always remind me of the cheerful side of my childhood.
My family is not a rich one, but as I am the only child in my family, my parents love me very much. When I was a little kid, they were ready to do anything for me.
I still remember the evenings when, before going to bed, I asked my mother to tell me stories. She used to tell me fairy tales, most of which had a brave and honest boy as a hero. Having finished the story, my mother often patted me on the head gently, saying, ”My child, I hope you will be as good a boy as the hero in the story.” Now I am a student in senior two, I hope that I can live up to my mother’s expectations.
The memory of my childhood is like a sweet dream. Instead of trying going back to the happy childhood, I will try harder to make a promising future. (183 words)