There is no better world than childhood!

My childhood was stress-free, and I didn’t have to go to kindergarten or preschool. When I was eight years old, I went to the first grade directly. Of course, it was not how smart I was to not go to kindergarten, but there was no kindergarten in the village at all. So, my childhood could play unscrupulously and fantasize happily. Three words: It’s so beautiful to play!

Many of the memories I think of here are all beautiful memories. There is a thin little boy in the memory, that is me. I am a lot happier in the memory than now. I never frown. I sleep in joy and wake up from joy. In that memory, there are many familiar faces that I have not missed for a long time. They and I have created beauty together. However, where should I start?

What I can remember is a porcelain lump, which should be used to set up high-voltage wires. There is no electricity in the village at all, so how could there be such a thing? It should be brought back by my father outside. My father must have thought that this thing can create some good memories for his son. My father put the porcelain lump at the end of a wooden stick and pushed it at the other end to roll. When my father handed me this new patent, I was ecstatic. I pushed it all day long

A "wheelbarrow" was wandering around in the village, making other children envious. Even my younger brother couldn't line up to play with that. The main reason was that I felt that he was too young and not enough to play. Of course, this was the excuse I found, mainly because I wanted to own the exclusive. The little boy was pushing the porcelain tuozi and was thinking, why was it always impossible to keep up with the porcelain tuozi? So he accelerated the running speed, but no matter how much he ran, the porcelain tuozi was always pushed by me. It was so amazing!

Putting down the porcelain lumps, I will also join the group activities. At that time, there were many children in the village, and when they came out, they would mess with a group of children. This would make it more lively. As long as anyone has a new way of playing, they can play with passion.

Make sandbags. A group of children are divided into two groups, drawing a box on the ground, one side stands in the box, and the other side takes a sandbag and starts attacking at both ends. The other side is hit and is regarded as dead until they are destroyed one by one in the sandbag formation. In this "tragic" game, the whole village is full of laughter and joy, and a group of ignorant children are laughing, laughing wildly, and laughing wildly.

"Electric Steel". I don't know how the people in this game wrote the name of this game, so I'll replace it like this. Some places are also called "running city". I think the word "running city" seems authoritative. The game is basically carried out by both parties, and the group of children are divided into two. Draw a circle on the ground. This circle is the castle, a place where death can be avoided. One party is all stationed in the castle. At the beginning of the game, the heroes stationed in the castle will run out of the castle and start provoking, and the other party intercepts it three meters away. If the heroes who run out of the castle can escape the other party's pursuit and return to the castle, the game continues. But if they are caught up by the other party, they are regarded as martyrs. This game has greatly increased our running degree, and we will naturally not run too slowly when we grow up, because heroes are invincible.

Hidden and seek. This game is my favorite. I was born with a dream of being a detective. I showed off my skills in this game. Before pulling out the "enemy" hidden in the dark, I always took light steps and sneakily. I used Sherlock Holmes' skills to eliminate them one by one, and finally got amused by the joy after victory, and laughed over the village. There were many places to hide, some hidden in the pigpen, lying with the pig, which had the effect of mixing fish with the eyes;

You can also hide it in a broken kiln and use that sense of horror as a cover. The darkness is the characteristic of a broken kiln; there are also very stupid children who poke their heads in a chicken coop, but their bodies are outside. When they are pulled out, they still can't believe the ending of their appearance; some are hidden in their big wardrobe, which is difficult to find, but the game is not allowed to hide it like this, resulting in hiding it in it for a day, and no one finds it. When they come out and ask, it turns out that the others are in despair and go home to sleep.

Battle. This is definitely not as simple as a game. It is related to the honor of "Shangzhuang" and "Xiaozhuang" in the village. When I was young, there were a lot of people in the village, so it was divided into Shangzhuang and Xiazhuang. The children of Shangzhuang and the children of Xiazhuang basically did not play together. I belong to Shangzhuang. In our eyes, the children of Xiazhuang are Japanese devils. If they dare to provoke, we must rush up to safeguard our dignity. Before the war started, it was similar to ancient wars. First, find an excuse to beat them. For example, who was from Xiazhuang actually scolded Shangzhuang and who was his parents.

The people in the village started to gather teams and prepare for the dirt lumps. As soon as the grassland appeared, they launched a general attack and beat me! With an order, a group of children rushed up with the dirt lumps with the courage of ten thousand men. This situation scared the children in the village and began to flee everywhere. My comrades began to retreat. I rushed into the house with red eyes, but I was alone in ambush. The opposite side held a long stick and a shovel and surrounded me in the middle until I beat me to the point of falling water. I walked out of the house with tears and wailing, paying a heavy price.

Listing these typical childhood games will surely evoke everyone's own childhood memories. In memory, those childhoods have too many moments that cannot be forgotten, too many tears cannot be erased, and too many faces are missed very much. A village that was originally large has now moved away two-thirds, leaving a small number of people to stay there, resulting in our partners no chance to meet again. The faces we played when we were young now suddenly see them and feel very strange. There will never be such tacit understanding again, and we will never hold hands to see butterflies again.
Chapter completed!