I went to school and got to know more and more people. www.biquge.info At that time, there were no large classes or small classes in kindergarten, just a group of children nesting together and listening to the teacher teach us 123456789 a few Arabic numerals. Maybe I have a floating heart since I was a child, I don't take anything seriously enough, every time I take an exam, other children are 100 points, 99 points, but I have always been able to get a 91, 93 points, looking at the score is quite high, but in kindergarten, this is the bottom of the few people.

Every time I finished the exam, my mother looked at my score from the bottom, and she was probably very sad!

In the first grade, we began to learn Chinese characters, the Chinese teacher at that time was simply a pervert, she had only one requirement, every day we learned Chinese characters must be known and written silently, but this is so difficult for a person who can't even hold a pen standard.

Every day after school, when I was doing my homework, my mother would hold my little hand and teach me to write and count hand in hand. Now that I think about it, my mother really had a hard time at that time.

It's another semester's final exam, and other students are still scoring 100 points. 99 points, and I'm still at the bottom. It's ironic, my mom worked so hard for me, and I'm still the worst student in the class.

It's summer vacation, the weather is very hot, and both parents have the habit of taking a nap, but when the store is open at home, there will always be a person who can't sleep. So, they thought of me and asked me to show them the shop.

"If you see an uncle or aunt coming to buy something, call me, and my mother will sleep inside!"

After saying that to me, my mother went to sleep.

You're a wild horse that can never be quiet!

This is a sentence that my mother used to say to me when I was a child, she was right, I was a wild horse, I liked the wide world outside, I didn't like to nest at home, so... When my mother was taking a nap, I ran out and played outside.

When I got home at night, I was inevitably scolded, but so what, the next day, the same thing would happen again, the only difference was that the punishment was more severe the next day--- I was beaten by my father again.

On the third day, my mother said to me before taking a nap: "If you run out again today, come back and kneel for me for two hours!" ”

They thought they could scare me, they were wrong, I ran out anyway, still on the mountain, on the field, crazy and running!

When I went home, I didn't need my parents to say anything, I knelt on the ground directly, and my mother saw this, a little unbearable, so she only let me kneel for more than half an hour, and then, eating, sleeping. The next day, it's going to be a new beginning, and I'm still going to run out and go crazy, haha...

When my parents saw this, they also knew my nature, and if they couldn't control it, they would let him go, I succeeded, and I could go out and play every day.

However, will things really go that smoothly? The answer is definitely no.

During the summer vacation, the weather was very hot, and all the children in the town liked to play by the river at that time, and I was no exception, there was a river in front of my house, and the embankment was three or four meters high, and the older children would always take us to jump off the embankment and run to the river to play. I've never jumped from such a high place, I'm scared and don't dare to jump, but looking at the 'big kids' around me jumping down one by one, if I don't jump, does it mean that I'm inferior? So, thinking left and right, I still mustered up the courage to jump.

'Bang'

"Ah~ah~woo~woo~" I jumped down, and the result was that my leg was broken, and my father came, seeing me like that, without saying a word, he picked up a wooden stick and beat me, and asked me to drag my broken leg and walk back step by step, beating me while walking, beating me while walking, I endured the pain, endured the strange eyes of the people around me, and slowly walked back home.

When I got home, my mother put me on my bicycle and hurried to the hospital.

At that time, the hospital in the town did not have CT equipment, so it was all up to the doctor to pinch and pinch your leg to determine whether the leg injury was serious, and then put some medicine, clamp the leg with a splint, wrap it with gauze, and it was OK.

When I got home, I couldn't run out anymore because my leg was broken, so I had to stay at home honestly! It was really boring, boring.

In those boring days at home, the most important thing I thought about was: Why is it that everyone else is okay when they jump, but I break my leg when I jump? If you don't understand, don't think about it, and when your legs are better, just go out and ask them if they don't.

Ha ha... It's amazing, it's all that time, and I'm still thinking about playing.

My legs are healed, and I can run out to play again. When I came to the embankment again, I asked them why they didn't do anything when they jumped, and they told me, "It's very simple, when you jump down, your legs can't bear the pressure, just add two more pairs of hands, that's fine, and they showed me that."

I saw that they immediately squatted on the ground after jumping down, supporting the ground with both hands.

Watching their movements, I understood, and then resolutely jumped off. I took some of the pressure with my hands, and it worked, I didn't have anything to do with it, haha... I'm a genius.