My childhood
Childhood is a favorite and interesting memory for everyone, no matter how it was.
Even though I was a very curious child and I often got angry with my mother, I still remember my childhood well.
I was curious about everything, I would pick up forbidden items and ask forbidden questions to my parents.
For example, one day when my sister and I were home alone, I took a pair of scissors and cut the house curtains and my father's costume, then put the scissors back in place.
When my mother came home she did not notice.
I remember I did not even think if I spoiled something I thought I would beautify it because I would cut out the flowers on the curtains and beautify the costume.
In the morning, my mother pulled back the curtain and saw everything. My mother woke me up angry and quarreled a lot. I remember not even asking who cut the curtains yesterday. I was very upset.
Because my sister never spoiled anything.
These days, family friends call me a little designer.
My
childhood
Childhood
is a favorite and interesting memory for everyone, no matter how it was.
Even though
I was a
very
curious child and I
often
got
angry with my
mother
, I
still
remember my childhood well.
I was curious about everything, I would pick up forbidden items and ask forbidden questions to my parents.
For example
, one day when my sister and I were home alone, I took a pair of scissors and
cut
the
house
curtains and my father's costume, then put the scissors back in place.
When
my
mother
came home she did not notice.
I remember I did not even
think
if I spoiled something I
thought
I would beautify it
because
I would
cut
out the flowers on the curtains and beautify the costume.
In the morning, my
mother
pulled back the
curtain
and
saw
everything. My
mother
woke me up angry and quarreled a lot. I remember not even asking who
cut
the curtains yesterday. I was
very
upset.
Because
my sister never spoiled anything.
These days, family friends call me a
little
designer.