I remember when I was a child, most of the accessories in the village were fields or wasteland, when the houses were still short houses. Many adults grow vegetables on the fields attached, and our children will play with their adults in the fields. At that time, the fields were a pile of dragonflies, butterflies in the collection of honey on cauliflower. We chase the flying insects on the fields. Sometimes, when adults turn around the land, they dig out some earthworms, and we use them to fill them up with a small bottle. Fishing in the stream at the foot of the mountain. These earthworms are our baits. The stream is clear enough to see many small fish swimming in it. The water is slow and the water is below our knees. In the summer, we catch small crabs and shrimps in the stream, and then bring them home in small bottles. Now I don't know the brook is still not, the last time I went to the brook to play is already the fifth grade of primary school, the stream has not so clean, and some garbage floating on the floor, inside the fish have not so much, in the stream fish shrimp alone.

　　Summer night, full of weeds on the field are tiny spots luminous spot, fireflies in the summer night everywhere, I will sleep in the room with a two fireflies fly in, I have not seen fireflies for many years. Sometimes we have a group of bear children will go to the mountains, up the tree to eat fruit, and wild mulberry hill at that time, to buy to eat now.

　　More rain in summer, the ground pit place will be full of rain, a few days there will be a lot of small tadpoles, we will take a small cup to catch tadpoles, and we also naive to think that they will become a cute little frog, the parents told us these tadpoles will only become toad, scared we immediately put these small tadpoles back to its place.

　　Memories of childhood will not stop when I think about it, I will flash bleeding in my mind, what a beautiful fragment, miss the dribs and drabs of childhood......

　　But one day, after we got home from the kindergarten, my mother went into the bedroom and stayed in bed. I didn't know what had happened. I sat beside her and wanted to cry. My mother said to me, It doesn't matter, mum has only a stomachache. I will be all right after a while. Although mother said so, I found tears in her eyes because of pain. At that time I knew adults also got ill and cried. I decided I would take care of my mother from then on.

　　Like many children, I had a happy childhood under the care and love of my parents. My mother took me to the kindergarten and home every day. thought mother was so kind and healthy that she would never get sick.

　　But one day, my father went to the kindergarten to get me back. I asked, Why doesn't my mother come?She is sick, and she is in hospital. said Father. I felt sad and frightened. Then I began to cry. Don't cry or mother would worry. You should be a good child. I seemed to understand my mother was too tired. I made up my mind I would look after my mother from then on.

　　I am already 18 years old, but the memory of my childhood is still like an unforgettable sweet dream.

　　One day, all my family went to climb a mountain. There father told my elder sister and me that the first one to get to the top of the mountain would be given a toy. Hearing this, we began to run up. At first I kept ahead, but a few minutes later my sister was ahead of me. However, I didnt give up. That toy attracted me to run forward, In the end I reached the top first.

　　On the top we enjoyed the beautiful scenery and had a picnic. At dusk, we went down the mountain happily. I was the happiest one, because I not only got a toy train but also knew that one shouldnt give up readily.

　　There is only one word which can describe my childhood. The word iscarefreethat so many today's kids do not understand,although they have delicious food, beautiful clothes and pretty toys.

　　My parents never forced me to do anything. I recited a lot of poems and fine articles,but not for performing before their friends and our relatives, just because I enjoyed rhythms and words. So I never considered them a burden. Later, when I was in the primary school, the homework was very few and easy to do, and I was never asked to be the top students.

　　Nor did my parents stop me from doing anything. After I finished my homework,I could stay outside for a whole afternoon to do whatever I liked. I used to go swimming in the river in summer,skating on the ice in winter. Sometimes I played basketball or football with my little friends. I could read any book,and my parents never examine it before my reading.

　　Sometimes I think my childhood was boring and not unforgettable,but I was really carefree and happy then. What is more important than to give a child a happy childhood?

　　The same time like an arrow, suddenly gone, the last really memorable good times in the past years, many people yearn to tell you today, I look to my past.

　　When I was five, I went out to pasture for a school to go home, sit all day cattle back, like a shepherd, always singing cowboy riding cattle, singing the town of Lin. Every day into night 78 points, came back to wash dinner meal and watch the moon lay on the grass. Have an accident, sitting cattle back, just thunder, I was hit by lightning a bit, then collapsed to the ground, my friends see my cattle back from the cow fell off and quickly called my mother to the family man-I in three days, searched all the major hospitals, doctors say useless, and hold each desperate to come back, then they want to bury me, Who would have thought I played 5 years with a dog came to my bedroom, with a Tim the tongue a little, I woke up, doctors later said it was a miracle.

　　I know this is useless to tell you, because you would not believe, and if I talk about fantasy, you love letter on the letter, do not believe even