Childhood is like a string of wind chimes, which jingles as I grow up. The journey was refreshing, pleasant and unforgettable. I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, when I was not very sensible, I wanted to buy this and that. One day, on my way from school, I saw a toy store and rushed in. As soon as I entered, the rows of toys in front of me attracted me. At that time, I saw a small plane with 50 cents and wanted to buy it. However, I was penniless and had to go home reluctantly. After I got home, I never forgot the plane, so I thought of a way-with my mother's money, I stood at the door of the kitchen and looked around. I found no one inside, so I ran straight in. Haha, I'm coming in. I am looking for my wallet in the kitchen. It was on the refrigerator, but the trouble came again. At that time, I was too short to reach the refrigerator. Just when I was about to give up halfway, I remembered the plane, its blue outer fuselage, and a plastic villain in the cabin. Just turn the screw at the back and it will still fly. I tried my best to get up and jump, but I didn't see enough. I happened to see five bricks on the side. I had a brainwave. I might as well drink like a crow. After a while, I put those bricks next to the refrigerator, got up at once, opened my wallet and took out fifty cents. Then close the wallet, put it back in place, and finally put it back in place like a building block. After I got the money, I immediately took the fifty cents and went to the toy store to buy the little fly.

I took my beloved little plane home. I showed it to my mother. My mother thought for a moment and said, "Yes, but where did you get the money?" I suddenly blushed and stammered, "I ... I picked it up!" " "Mom immediately counted the money in her purse and said," Hehe ... I found it. Why is money so easy to pick up? I have nothing to say, so I have to admit that I stole it. Mom, listen. I flew into a rage and took out a feather duster from the refrigerator, which made my ass red.

The next day, I inexplicably asked my mother: it will be fifty cents soon. Is it necessary to hit me? "If you don't develop good habits when you are young, will you be honest when you grow up?" Mom said to me seriously. At that moment, I finally understood why you hit me, mom, and revealed your education and love for me from the process of hitting me.