What was childhood like? Is curious; It is happiness; It's sadness; Very exciting. What color is childhood? Is bright red, has been flowing into my heart; It is brilliant yellow, always shining in my heart; Childhood is a dark gray, which has been pressing on my heart.

I remember when I was 5 years old, I sat on the sofa watching TV at sunny noon. My mother, who is fighting side by side with pots and pans in the kitchen, made an imperial edict: tell me to buy sugar. I bargained with my mother: "Mom, can I leave after watching TV?" "No, don't push it around." My request was ruthlessly rejected by my mother. "No, I'm not going to buy it." Under my carrot and stick, I didn't succeed, so I had to raise the white flag and surrender.

I have no choice but to take the money to the canteen. Although people have left the TV, my heart is still in front of it. I ran to the grocery store in lightning speed, bought a bag of candy in a hurry and ran home in lightning speed. Suddenly, I tripped over a small stone and the sugar was thrown far away. I rushed to pick up the spilled sugar and walked into the house with trepidation. I stuck my head out as a "detective" to ensure safety, and then carefully went into the kitchen to put it away. I went into the toilet and saw my mother washing clothes. I'm relieved, because I won't come out so soon, so I can wash the sugar with confidence. After a few minutes, I went to see white sugar, dumbfounded: white sugar turned into a pool of water. I put monosodium glutamate in the sugar bag, and I was complacent. One day, my mother copied vegetables and put "sugar" in. As a result, the food was terrible, so I told the whole story.

I told my mom, and she smiled.

I know from this incident that sometimes cleverness will be overwhelmed by cleverness!