Time flies, year after year, a blink of an eye, I have the fifth grade. But each time I think of when I was a child, I still can not forget the innocent me.
At that time, I just learned to walk, just babble out one's first speech sounds when, see mother with scissors to cut paper cut cloth, feel very strange, I also like her, with a piece of cloth for children head scissors, to cut the cloth pieces, my heart, from the "what cloth can cut" the idea Domestic Helpe.
One day, my dad came home from work, I saw dad put the dark blue coat off, I never saw the color of the cloth, feel the color is very beautiful, I picked up the scissors look back to see Dad, Dad smiled, looked at me. I thought to myself: father smiled at me! It can cut, so, I picked up my clothes headphone amp, "sing", "sing" cut up, saw the clothes I cut out a hole, then our father woke up over crying: "why did you cut my clothes, I what to wear tomorrow?" I was scared, burst into tears. Then my mother heard came in to ask: "how?" Dad picked up by my cut clothes did say: "you see your daughter to my clothes cut through." "You were doing what, why not stop her. Mother doubt ask." "I don't know how?" Dad feel shy to say, "doesn't realize she had to cut clothes!" Mother since spirit again funny to say: "blame it on you." Mom took me by the hand, gently said to me: "this is the dress nuhart , not a piece of ordinary cloth, you cut the bad dad can't wear. I blink his large eyes not fully understand nod. Now it has been hanging in the closet, when I saw this dress, I feel that I was naive.
When we sat together to talk about this matter, will laugh. At the same time, also let I deeply feel my childhood life is how happy, happy!