In the story of my growing up, there are many regrets: I made a mistake, lied for fear of being scolded, and regretted it; I quarreled with my good classmates and regretted it; Because I was careless, wrong and wrong, I regretted it ... countless regrets have mostly turned into gray memories, hidden in the dark corner of my heart, and I don't think lightly, but I may have forgotten it, forgotten it; However, the story of growing up has left a deep imprint on my heart forever.

I remember when I was in the third grade, on a beautiful and harmonious spring and weekend, I was helping my busy mother clean up the dusty porcelain at home. I couldn't help thinking happily: My parents will definitely praise me as a "little adult" when they come back. So, my heart is full of joy, while humming happily, while diligently wiping the porcelain in my hand. When cleaning a beautiful vase, I was too self-righteous and careless, and "pa", alas, my mother's favorite vase seems to have been "sacrificed" to punish me for my temporary relaxation and negligence! I'm as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. I'm so anxious that I think: What should I do? Mom will definitely hit me with her hands open without saying anything when she comes back. What to do! I'm so anxious that my tears are about to fall.

So, I rushed to clean up the vase's "falling scene". Not long after, "Ding Dong" arrived. I opened the door and saw my mother come back. Mom looked around, which made me nervous. "So clean, it's really my good son!" Mother smiled and said that she found nothing.

With a wry smile, I thought, what should I do? If my mother finds out later, it will definitely be a "bolt from the blue" and give me a scolding. Sure enough, after a while, my mother found the vase "gone". Then, her question sounded: "Where is the vase?"

"Vase ... vase ..." I stammered and couldn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong with the vase? Say it quickly! " Mom is a little anxious.

I looked at my mother's worried and scared cheeks, and my heart was full of fear. In desperation, I told a naive lie: "The vase ... the vase was borrowed by the teacher!" " "

"Did you borrow it?" Mom seems a little skeptical.

"Yes!" I answered quickly and firmly in a false tone.

I escaped temporarily. "But I still returned to my" nest "with a heavy heart, resting my ass gently on the chair and thinking to myself," I lied, really lied! "That's for sure, but my mother ... my mother has been desperate to take care of and love me! But that's how I lay! " Gradually, I remembered my mother's concern and love for me ... Suddenly, I had the idea of telling my mother the truth. However, easier said than done, I still dare not step out of this door. Outside the window, under the call of spring breeze, flowers and plants stretch their motionless bodies for a long time and show a bright smile under the sunshine bath. I looked out of the window and looked at them. They seem to be smiling at me and encouraging me to say, "Go ahead and be an honest boy!" " "At this moment, a force welled up all over me and bravely came to my mother and said," I broke the vase! " "

"Then why don't you admit it? Why? " Mom scolded.

"I'm ... I'm scared." I'm a little nervous.

"Come on, just because of fear. As a boy, you should be brave and strong. It won't happen again! "

Regrettably, this story of growing up remains indelibly in my heart, still a gray memory, still in a dark corner.

Regret at that time, the lesson at that time, became a truth I realized in my heart: everything should be done carefully and not carelessly. Even if you make a mistake, you should admit it bravely and face it bravely.