Andrea Baker
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Childhood is like
Childhood is like a small rocking car, shake, shake, shake out of childhood happiness, shake out of childhood happiness; Childhood like a kaleidoscope, there are our colorful life. It was a matter of the second grade, a Sunday afternoon, my friend and I play the game of blowing cards at home, we put the cards on the ground, blow with the mouth, see who blow far, who is the winner. At first, we put one card on the ground to play the game, and then feel not happy, put two cards together to blow, finally put several cards together to blow, we lie on the ground, hands press the ground, legs kneel on the ground, mouth to the card, blowing hard for a whole afternoon, then we were tired out of breath, cheek pain, And a little hard to breathe. At this time, I suddenly remembered the teacher said: "If people have been breathing or breathing will die." Hurriedly said to a little friend: "We can't blow any more, the gas in our lungs are blown out, how to live?" Sitting on the ground, I felt frightened at the thought of the whole afternoon we had been blowing, and my heart pounded like a little rabbit. What is to be done? I quickly asked my mother, mother smiled and said: "silly children, you are blowing at the same time also inhale, but your own mother did not pay attention to it, it's OK. Rest for a night." But I was still skeptical and scared, and I kept taking big gulps of air to get more air into my lungs. The more scared I was, the more nervous I became, and then I felt my stomach ache, and the more scared I became. I didn't even feel like eating dinner, so I went to sleep in a panic. When I woke up the next day, I was relieved to find my breathing was normal again. I couldn't help smiling. Now sometimes I can't help laughing when I think about it.It was the last class a few days ago, the Chinese teacher is very invested in talking about the memories of sixteen years ago, although the pouring rain outside the window is mercilessly ravaging the earth, although the students are whispering, complain about this ghost weather, but these do not affect the teacher's mood, the class is still going on. Then a familiar figure dangled through the window -- ah! It's Dad! "Don't come in here, or I'll hate you!" I whispered to myself, but Dad walked straight in, the rain pattering on the ground from his raincoat. At this point, the eyes of the class were focused on Dad, and the class was interrupted. Dad looked embarrassed, put down his raincoat and walked out of the classroom at once. The teacher glanced at Dad with his usual glance. "Some parents these days," he says, "are really..... At that time, my heart was ashamed and angry, feel father let oneself very lose face, really want to find a hole into the ground. After school, I didn't go out of the classroom, still sad about what had happened. Just then, Dad came in. Before he could speak, I threw my raincoat down hard and ran out into the rain without looking back. As soon as I got home, I shut myself up in my room. Through the door, I heard my father came back, he kept saying to his mother: "Alas, I am not good, should not enter the child's classroom. It was such a rush..." I have not talked to my father for two days, looking at my father's slightly camel back and full of remorse in the eyes, I began to think of what my father had done for me on weekdays, but also began to understand my father's mood at that time, understand my father's love for me.
By Andrea Baker11 months ago in Criminal