Everyone has a different childhood, they are all priceless and

unforgettable memories, my childhood is also full of those

precious things. There is a memory that I remember forever,
whenever I think about it I can’t help but laugh stupidly. It was a
sunny afternoon when I hid from my mother and followed the
neighborhood children to the field to play. At that time, each of
us was an inch tall, but the rice in its ripeness was taller than my
head. At first, we all followed each other to catch field birds.
The field at noon is sunny and empty, looking up only to see the
sky is high and the bird’s wings quickly pass by, leaving a
startled cry. Because of looking around, I got lost. I was about to
call them back when my foot slipped into the field, calf-deep
mud. It took a while for me to pull my feet up, both confused
and scared I burst into tears. Then, an uncle went to visit the
field, he found me crying and took me home. I used to stop
crying but when I saw my mom standing in front of the door
with a whip I burst into tears again.