There is no better world than childhood!

My childhood was stress-free, I didn't have to go to kindergarten or preschool. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info When I was eight years old, I went straight to first grade. Of course, it's not that I'm so smart that I don't go to kindergarten, it's that there is no kindergarten in the village at all. So, my childhood was free to play and fantasize happily. Three words: Play beautifully!

A lot of what I think of here are fond memories, and there is a skinny little boy in the memory, and that is me. In my memory, I am a hundred times happier than now, I never frown, and I sleep in joy and wake up from happiness. In that memory, there are many familiar faces that have been lost for a long time, and they have created beauty with me, but where should I start?

What reminds me of it is a porcelain mound, which is supposed to be used to erect high-voltage lines. There was no electricity in the village, so how could there be such a thing? It must have been brought back by the father from outside, and the father must have thought that this thing would create some good memories for his son, and the father put the porcelain lump on the end of a wooden stick and pushed it at the other end to roll it. When my father handed me this new patent, I was ecstatic. Pushing that "wheelbarrow" around the village all day long, the other kids were so greedy that even my brother couldn't line up to play that, mainly because I thought he was too young to play. Of course, this is an excuse I made, mainly because I wanted to be myself. The little boy, while pushing the porcelain lump and running wildly, was thinking, why the speed always couldn't catch up with the porcelain lump? So he accelerated the speed of the wild run, but no matter how much he ran, the porcelain lump was always pushed in front of me. It's amazing!

Put down the porcelain lump, I will also join the group activities, at that time there were a lot of children in the village, as soon as they came out, they were coaxing a group of children, so that it was more lively to play, as long as anyone has a new way to play, they can play with passion.

Sandbagging. A group of children split into two groups and draw a box on the ground, with one side standing in the box. The other team takes a sandbag and starts attacking at both ends, and the opponent is considered dead when they are hit, until they are eliminated in the sandbag formation one by one. In this "tragic" game, the whole village is full of laughter, and a group of ignorant children are laughing, laughing, laughing and laughing.

"Electric Steel". I don't know how the person who invented the game wrote the name of the game, so I'll just replace it like this. Some places are also called "running cities". I think the word "running city" seems authoritative. The game is basically played by two sides, or the group of children, split in two. Draw a circle on the ground, and this circle is the castle, a place where death can be avoided. One side is all stationed in the castle at first, at the beginning of the game, the heroes stationed in the castle have to run out of the castle to start provoking, and the other side intercepts three meters away, if the heroes who run out of the castle can escape the pursuit of the other party and return to the castle, the game continues. But if you are caught up by the other party, you will be regarded as a martyr. This game has improved our running speed a lot, and when we grow up, we will naturally not run too slowly, because heroes are invincible.

Hide-and-seek. This game is my favorite, I was born with a dream of being a detective, and I can do it in this game. Before pulling out those "enemies" hiding in the shadows, he always walks lightly and sneakily. Destroy them one by one with the skill of Sherlock Holmes, and at last be amused by the joy that followed the victory, and laughter echoed in the air above the village. There are many hiding places, some are hidden in the pigsty, lying with the pigs, which has the effect of mixing fish eyes; they can also hide in the broken kiln, using that sense of terror as a cover, and the darkness is the characteristic of the broken kiln; there are also particularly stupid children who poke their heads in the chicken coop, but their bodies are outside. When he was found out, he couldn't believe the ending of his discovery, and some were hidden in his big closet, which was difficult to find, but the game didn't allow it to be hidden like this, so I hid it for a day, and no one found it. When I came out to ask, it turned out that the others finally despaired and went home to sleep.

War. This is definitely not as simple as a game, it is related to the honor of "Shangzhuang" and "Xiazhuang" in the village. When I was young, there were a lot of people in the village, so there was a distinction between Shangzhuang and Xiazhuang, the children of Shangzhuang and the children of Xiazhuang basically did not play together, I belonged to Shangzhuang, in our eyes, the children of Xiazhuang were little devils, if they dared to provoke, we must definitely rush up to maintain their dignity. Before the war, similar to the ancient war, first find an excuse to fight them, such as who in Xiazhuang actually scolded the parents of Shangzhuang, we in Shangzhuang began to assemble the team, prepare the lumps, and only wait for Xiazhuang to show up, and launch a general attack. At the sound of the order, a group of children rushed forward with the courage of ten thousand people with dirt lumps, and this formation frightened the children in Xiazhuang, and they all began to flee in all directions. My comrades-in-arms began to retreat, and I single-handedly rushed into someone's house, only to be ambushed, and the opposite side besieged me in the middle with a long stick and a shovel, until I was beaten to the ground, and I wiped my tears and wailed out of their house, paying a heavy price.

The list of such typical childhood games will surely evoke everyone's own childhood memories. In my memory, there are too many moments in those childhood that cannot be forgotten, too many tears that cannot be erased, and too many faces, which are very missed. A village that used to be so big has now moved two-thirds away, leaving a small number of people stationed there, so that our partners will never see each other again, and the faces that we played with when we were children are now suddenly seen and feel very strange, and we will never have that tacit understanding again, and we will never hold hands to see butterflies again.

Every time I go home, I always want to see the excitement of my childhood, but this has become a luxury. There was hardly any cheerful laughter of children in the village, and occasionally a child was encountered, but it was not known whose child he was, with his emaciated head hanging and looking listless. I kindly stepped forward to ask, whose child are you? How old are you this year? The child gave me a blank look, ignored me and left, I looked at the thin back a little lost, and suddenly remembered a poem: "The young left home and the eldest returned, and the hometown accent has not changed and the sideburns have declined." "Obviously, the child's face is only anxious, not even a smile, he must be curious, where is this second-rate son from!