In daily study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. Compositions must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same topic. Avoid rambling about the topic. Scattered or even themeless. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. The following is a 500-word essay (selected 14 essays) that I compiled on the topic of childhood fun. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Composition 1 on the topic of the fun of childhood

There were many interesting things in my childhood.

At that time, I liked setting off firecrackers the most, but I didn’t dare. I always asked others to help me set off firecrackers. Once, I wanted to try setting off firecrackers by myself. My hands kept shaking. I was afraid of what if I got burned. No matter how hard I tried, my hands refused to rub the firecracker head against the box. But I really want to see beautiful, bright sparks burst out from the head of this little stick! Finally, I forced myself to rub the firecrackers on the box. With a "chi" sound, small flames spurted out. I admired it with fascination. This feeling was so amazing. It was completely different from watching others play. , I was very happy and finally took a big step. Suddenly, I felt a little hot, and then I suddenly remembered that I forgot to throw it out. I quickly threw it hard, and a ball of light exploded from the ground, filled with smoke, and then slowly dissipated. It was really exciting!

Now, I can light firecrackers very skillfully, and I can even control the sky cannon and sky tube with ease. Every New Year, I have a lot of fun, but I always feel that something is missing. Although I can play with firecrackers freely now, I don't know why I don't have the joy of being silly when I was a child. This is Why?

I decided to imitate the way I played with firecrackers when I was a child to get back that feeling of pleasure. I lit the firecrackers and tried to hold them in my hands for a while, but strangely, as soon as I lit them, I instinctively threw them far away. I sighed, habits are really strange things, so whether in life or in study, it is really important to develop a good habit.

Childhood has passed, and clumsy skills have disappeared. Because of this, I miss my childhood and the fun of childhood. Composition 2 on the topic of the fun of childhood

Childhood is like a five-flavor bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, everything is available. The colorful childhood is like the endless sky, each shining star is a piece of happy past; it is also like a blue sea, the past is like the interesting little fish, in my mind It swims around in my mind and brings endless fun to my life.

I remember when I was 5 years old, my grandfather would always put a small cup in front of him to hold "water" before eating dinner. Then I took a sip of "water" and took a bite of vegetables. The look of enjoyment made my mouth water. I thought: What is this "water"? It must taste delicious, but children are not allowed to drink it...

One afternoon, my mother said she was going to the supermarket downstairs to buy something. Hey! The opportunity has come! If you don’t drink now, when will you wait? I stood on tiptoe and picked up the "water" that my grandfather loved to drink from the cabinet. I also followed my grandfather's example and poured it into a small cup, ready to have a good time. As soon as the "water" entered my mouth, I felt a cold feeling in my mouth at first. After a while, I felt like my throat was on fire, and my whole body became hot. It was very uncomfortable. My eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and my whole body felt very uncomfortable. I felt so light...

When I woke up, pairs of big eyes were staring at me, full of worry...

"Mom, grandpa's water I'm so beautiful." As soon as he finished speaking, the whole family laughed, and the laughter mixed with the fragrance of the food formed a beautiful symphony. The symphony continued to "play", and grandpa served us all the "wine" that belonged to each of us early this time, and we tasted the "deliciousness" amidst laughter and laughter.

Childhood, an extremely pure and beautiful time, brought me endless fun. Composition 3 on the topic of childhood fun

Fun is indispensable in life. We do not lack fun, but we lack a pair of eyes to discover beauty. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that fun is actually around each of us.

I remember when I was seven years old, my parents and I returned to our hometown of Zhangzhou. As soon as I entered the door, my grandma said to me with a smile: "In the past few years since you came back, we have raised many chickens. Do you want to take a look?" I nodded and went to the chicken coop with my grandma. .

As soon as I entered the chicken coop, the chicks surrounded me and chirped, as if to say: "I'm hungry." I took the scissors to the grass and cut some grass, slowly After putting it in the chicken coop, the chickens rushed to eat it, as if they were afraid that the fresh grass would be snatched away by others.

At this moment, a few chickens flew out of the chicken coop because they were angry because they did not eat the grass. My grandma and I started the "chicken catch" game again. Grandma's legs are bad and she can't run so fast. And what about me? I was running very fast, and my grandma looked at me and said, "Fang Yu, drive all the chickens here, and I'll catch them!" After saying this, I immediately ran to catch the chickens.

But I don’t know why, the chick always doesn’t run to the chicken coop, but runs farther and farther away. Grandma couldn’t stand it anymore and said loudly to me: “Catch it.” I listened. As for grandma, I didn’t dare to do it because I had never caught chickens and had no experience.

Seeing that the chicken was about to run down the mountain, I jumped up and caught the chicken. The chick struggled in my hands, but I refused to let go, and finally sent the chick back to the chicken coop.

That day was really interesting. Not only did I see cute chicks, I also learned how to catch chickens. Essay 4 on the topic of childhood fun

I have a dream to become a fashion designer when I grow up. So whenever I have free time, I practice on myself or on dolls. My good friend Xiaoyu actually also has this hobby. Today she came to my house, we locked the door and quietly discussed a big plan: to have a fashion show without an audience.

I have coveted that floral dress in my mother’s closet for a long time, and I have to try it on no matter what today. So I opened the cabinet, found it, and put it on twice. As you can imagine, it was too big for me, and the neckline slid directly down my shoulders and hung on my chest; and it was too long, dragging to the floor. I said proudly: "Look, what a gorgeous and beautiful strapless dress!" I found another shuttlecock and put it on my head as a crown, looking very proud. At this time, Xiaoyu was also dressed up. What she found was a vest that I wore when I was a child. It was so short that it exposed my navel. She wore a pair of leather tights underneath. What’s even more funny is that she tied her brother’s gray bath towel around her neck. She wore it and dragged it behind her to make a cloak. She also tied a wooden stick around her waist as a sword. This outfit made her look like a handsome prince.

After the role play, we started setting up the stage again. We built the stage on the bed, folded the quilt in half, and spread it on the bed as a red carpet. On the "red carpet", some flower petals were scattered. As the music played on the phone, our fashion show officially began. The "Princess" and the "Prince" walked hand in hand from the backstage - the bathroom. The "Princess" lifted up her skirt and climbed onto the stage carefully. The "prince" put his hands on his waist and raised his sword to protect the beautiful "princess", while the "princess" pulled up her skirt, turned around, knelt down and bowed to the audience in the air. We looked at each other and couldn't bear it anymore. With a "pop", we fell on the bed, with our feet in the air and grinning from ear to ear.

This should be the joy of childhood, it will always be treasured in my heart. Essay 5 on the topic of childhood fun

Opening the closet, I accidentally saw that pair of pants, the pair of pants with damage at the knees, the pants that carried the fun of my childhood, which made me reminisce. Started childhood.

When I was a child, the most popular toys were cards, and basically everyone had a stack of them in their hands. There are generally only two sources of these cards. One is to buy them from vendors, and the second is to win their cards from other people through games. The game can be played by two or more people. The rules of the game are very simple: as long as you use your own cards to turn over the opponent's cards through the prescribed method, you will win. Everyone has one chance, taking turns, and starts from the beginning after the round. As for the order, it is usually determined by punching. . After the card is turned over, its owner changes.

One day after lunch, I wore the new pants my parents bought me. As usual, I went to the square of the community and started a long "guerrilla war" with a few friends. Because this battle was too difficult, I unknowingly knelt on one knee and concentrated on observing every slight movement on the "battlefield". As this "battle" intensified, the position of the card was constantly moving. As a person, I also moved with the card - there was no big movement, I still knelt down on one knee, just rubbing my knee. Moving slowly on the ground...

Time passed by bit by bit. However, we didn't have any emotion or even any feeling. We just cared about the card on the ground. It wasn't until dinner time came and our parents called us upstairs that we suddenly came back to our senses. Of course, when we are racing against time, we usually wait until our parents get impatient before reluctantly going home.

After I got home, my parents looked at my pants with strange eyes. I followed their gazes and discovered that these new pants had an extra hole in the knee... Although I had been injured that day I got a lesson, but I was still very happy. Not just from winning a few cards, but more importantly, the fun I had playing with my friends.

Although my childhood is far away from me, even though those cards are long gone, the fun of childhood is eternal to me. Composition 6 on the topic of the fun of childhood

Many interesting things happened in my childhood. They were like threads, pulling me; like moonlight, they illuminated me.

I remember one time I went catching crabs with my father. When I came to the river, I took off my shoes excitedly and enjoyed the caress of the river. Dad, come on! I waved to my dad. ; Well, here it comes. I saw my father unloading his bag, placing the keg on the river bank, taking off his shoes and standing in the river. My father and I stared at the water, cautiously, not daring to move.

My hands crossed the river and turned over not a single stone. I was extremely disappointed. I picked myself up again and turned over stones one after another. Suddenly, I saw He picked something up, waved his big pliers, and ran away unsteadily into the distance.

Ah, crab! I stretched out my hand to catch it, but it was much more nimble than I imagined. It twisted around and ran away. I caught up with it and was about to reach out. Suddenly, the crab disappeared, and a group of black shadows appeared. The water has turned black! Oh, it turns out that the crab got into the water and hid! I asked my father to come over quickly, and we attacked from both sides. After a while, a crab appeared in my hand, and I grabbed it tightly. It was restlessly waving its big pincers in my hand, attacking my skin again and again, and its lower legs were swinging in my hand. Suddenly, it clamped my hand, ah, it hurt! I threw it to my dad and noticed a little blood dripping from my hand. I quickly took the paper and disposed of it. When I looked up again, I found that my father had put the crab into the bucket, and it kept waving its claws in the bucket!

At sunset, there were already a dozen crabs in the bucket. My father and I wiped off our sweat, carried our bags and bucket, and walked home. I turned back and looked at the river. There was endless emotion in my heart.

This is the happiest thing I have ever experienced. It illuminates my childhood and makes me try to recall it.

Childhood is a dream, but I am willing to work hard to weave it! Essay 7 on the topic of childhood fun

When I was a child, I didn’t have many toys. The toys in my memory were all in a bucket, and there was only one type of toy in it - building blocks. .

Since I can remember, the bucket has been filled with building blocks, and I have memorized the gameplay at that time.

When you grow up, you may think that toys like building blocks should be outdated long ago. In fact, this is not the case. For children, it is a world of free creation. A car that can "fly"? no problem! A strong fortress? no problem! Someone with "life"? Still no problem. It can be said that toys such as cars and dolls are nothing compared to a bucket of building blocks.

Just find a few building blocks and build them together. As long as they look similar enough, others will believe it. What should I do if I can’t move, either by taking a car or taking a ride with someone? Then be self-sufficient and grab them with your hands. If you want to walk or fly, it's up to you to control them.

Sometimes it’s even more fun when other people’s children come! Build a fortress and throw blocks at each other to see whose fortress falls first. Pour out the building blocks, grab the materials to build your own works, and when you're done, compare them with adults. Sometimes after finishing the work, I would have a "fight" with the other person: the other person would drive towards me, I would take off my wings and fly into the sky, and the other person would also fly up to pursue me. I would run away, but the other person would pursue me. I would suddenly turn around and charge towards him. In the past, the opponent couldn't dodge, "pop"! We bumped into each other... Of course, this was just playing with the work, but our full imagination has turned the two of us into the work in our hands.

Time flies, when I touch the building blocks again, I am already in the sixth grade. My cousin was building her own building blocks aside, and asked me to compete with her to see who could build it better. When I built it better than her, she said angrily: "I won't let you play with it next time!" Just like me back then. . Essay 8 on the topic of childhood fun

My childhood life was full of laughter and laughter. I remember that at that time, what I was most interested in was going to my grandma’s house in the countryside every year to harvest dates. To this day, when I talk to my mother about that scene, we both laugh happily.

I remember the first time I played dates. I looked at the red jujubes on the tall jujube trees, and I really wanted to eat them in my mouth quickly!

I was raising my head and thinking about how to beat dates, when I saw my father had climbed up the tree. He shook the branches vigorously, and in an instant, dates fell from the sky like raindrops, crackling down and hitting us on our bodies and heads, but we felt no pain. So fun! I was dancing with joy. My mother and grandma were laughing and picking them up, and they were very busy. I happily shouted to my father: "Let's do it again! Let's do it again!" It rained again. Everyone covered their heads and laughed at me. I thought it was so funny!

Seeing everyone busy, I rolled my eyes and thought of it. A sly smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. I wanted to make a surprise attack on my mother. Seeing her concentrating on picking up dates, I crept up behind my mother. Seeing her not noticing, I almost laughed out loud. I used a bamboo pole to hook the branch covered with jujubes above my mother's head and shook it vigorously. Several jujubes fell on my mother. But my mother just moved her body and didn't even raise her head. I was a little disappointed.

After a while, when my mother and grandma were holding the sacks and enjoying the joy of harvest, I thought to myself: Here is the opportunity! When they weren't paying attention, I hooked the branches with a bamboo pole and shouted directly: "Hit mom! Beat mom!" Another "jujube rain" fell on their heads. My mother smiled and hid away, still shouting: "You little naughty, stop making trouble!"

I remember that at that time, every autumn, I looked forward to going to shoot jujubes. , bathe in the bursts of "jujube rain" many times!

Now, whenever I eat sweet dates, I will think of my childhood experience of beating dates, and how innocent and unrestrained I was at that time. Composition 9 on the topic of the fun of childhood

Childhood is like a rainbow bridge. The bridge is full of candies and toys, full of childishness, full of innocence and joy!

There seems to be no end to the difficulties of childhood! In my childhood, I did many childish things that make me laugh when I think about them now.

I remember when I was five years old, it was a night with a clear sky, the sparkling stars blinked its little eyes, and the bright moon spread its light onto the dark earth. My brother and I were playing games carefree. Suddenly, I cast my eyes on the ancient well. There was a clearly visible moon in the well. So, I knelt down and watched. I couldn't figure out why there was another moon in the well, so I went to find my mother.

My mother said: "The moon in the water is also for us to appreciate, because the moon is very beautiful, so those who can catch the moon are great." I was half-convinced by my mother's words. I thought to myself: Never mind it, I'll get a basin and put the moon in it. I brought a basin and gently touched this beautiful moon with my little hand. The moon broke into pieces when I touched it. I can't let such a beautiful moon be broken like this. So, I picked up the basin, leaned down to the well, put the basin on the moon, and used the basin to raise the water.

Then, just when I was feeling complacent, I saw that there was no moon in the basin, and I was very restless. Then, my mother saw this scene, smiled from ear to ear and said, "Baby, you can't catch the moon stone, let alone its reflection." My mother lied to me, and I couldn't help but feel sad, and sat down. The ground burst into tears...

Now, I still like to look at the bright moon in the sky. Moreover, every time I look at the moon, catching the moon comes to mind.

Childhood is full of beautiful moments of childishness and innocence. Sometimes I think about it, it is like a flickering meteor shower, beautiful and short-lived... Composition 10 on the topic of the fun of childhood

"Oh, day after day, year after year, the confused childhood;" Just as the lyrics sing, although childhood is confused, it records what we do every day and every minute. The ups and downs of the experience.

Childhood is precious. It is only once in everyone's life. When you grow up unknowingly, your childhood will leave quietly. Therefore, the same year is short and you need to take it seriously. Care for her, only in this way can childhood exude its unique charm. Childhood requires your meticulous care and cherishment.

Childhood is colorful. We may encounter happy things in our childhood. We have many friends who play and play together. When we are having fun in childhood, have we ever thought about our future and what our future will be like? Maybe we couldn't have a deep understanding of the term "consider" at that time, and we were carefree at the same time.

Childhood is for learning. During this golden period, we should focus our goals on learning. During learning, we will inevitably encounter some troubles and cannot waste this time because of this. Childhood is about sweat and effort.

Childhood is happy. In childhood, we can play games and study hard. Childhood teaches us how to cherish and work hard.

Childhood is learning in the eyes of parents, cultivation in the eyes of teachers, play in the eyes of oneself, and it is indeed a great enjoyment in the eyes of the elderly. Indeed, childhood is changeable and precious, but it also brings endless happiness.

Let us sing songs, carry schoolbags, and enjoy our childhood!

"Oh, day after day, year after year. Composition 11 on the topic of childhood fun

Time flies, children become teenagers in an instant, but the passage of time How can we dilute those beautiful memories of childhood? When I think of my childhood, those pictures will appear in front of my eyes.

When I was three or four years old, my father and I always loved to grab the remote control at home. , what remote control? Of course it is the remote control of the TV. Dad likes to watch war movies, and I like to watch cartoons. Every weekend, when my father and I compete for the remote control, my father often wins because his arms are long and he can move quickly. Gao, I couldn't reach it at that time, so I pretended to cry and went to find my mother, who went to help me get the remote control. This trick stopped working after a long time.

So I thought about it again. One way, seeing that my father was interested in it, I quickly ran to my father and yelled loudly: "Dad, there is a phone number for you!" "After hearing this, my father nervously ran to the back room. I took this opportunity to find the cartoon first, and then hid the remote control. When my father came towards me with a ball of fire on his head, I pretended not to know and said: "Maybe it was a typo! I didn't hear clearly! "

After seeing my father's face turn from gloomy to clear, I couldn't help it anymore. I burst out laughing. My father didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He picked me up and scratched my belly with his big hands. While scratching, he said: "Do you still dare? I laughed so much that tears flowed out, and finally surrendered, saying: "Dad, I surrender, I don't dare to do it anymore!" "My father then put me down. Seeing the expression on my face that was uglier than crying, my father laughed. I saw my father laughing so loudly. I became even more confused. I furrowed my eyebrows into an "eight" shape, and added The little face that was dusted was even more funny. When my mother came to see it, she almost threw the tomatoes in her hands with laughter.

Father Time can make people forget everything. Childhood is an exception and will always be treasured in my memory.

Composition 12 on the topic of the fun of childhood

Childhood is the happiest time in life, and childhood life is carefree. Childhood is like a book, it disappears as soon as you read it. Childhood is like a roll of toilet paper, it disappears as you use it.

I remember one time, my grandma and I were cooking at home. Because grandma was old, she couldn’t move much. When we were cooking, grandma said: "Oops! I almost forgot to put the onions." So, grandma said to me: "Granddaughter, go and find two onions in the cellar." I immediately said, "Okay." After that, I went straight to the cellar to find onions. I dug and dug, and finally dug it. As soon as I dug it, I ran back in a hurry. When I gave my grandma some green onions, I realized that what I had worked so hard to dig was actually a potato. Grandma couldn't laugh or cry when she saw it.

Another thing happened in autumn. We were all beating dates those days, and there happened to be a tree suitable for me to climb, so I found a branch, climbed up the tree, and imitated the adults, beating the dates into pieces. Just when I was working hard, something suddenly hit me on the head. As soon as I realized what I was doing, the thing that hit me was gone. So I became anxious and immediately jumped off the tree and trampled some dates into a paste. Although he tried very hard to find the culprit of my crime, he couldn't even find a trace, so the matter just ended. It took another two or three years, when I grew older, to realize: Oh, it turned out that what hit me was a jujube that fell from a branch.

In childhood, although we were ignorant, we were so cute. Childhood is gone forever, so please record the silly things you did in childhood as permanent memories. Composition 13 on the topic of childhood fun

When people are young, they are innocent and live a colorful life. I can't help but laugh when I think back to funny stories from my childhood.

I remember when I was five or six years old, my father invited guests to dinner and prepared a table of sumptuous dishes. Looking at that dish, it almost made my mouth water. I couldn't help but reach out and grab a piece of meat from the plate. While eating it with relish, I praised: "Dad's cooking skills are really good!" Dad looked at my uncivilized behavior and reprimanded loudly: "Little greedy cat, It’s so unhygienic to eat it with your hands!” I smiled and ran away.

After dinner, the guests sat down, and I found a seat to sit down too. This time I didn’t grab it with my hands, but picked up my chopsticks to eat my favorite dish. Dad holds a white glass bottle and pours water into the guests' bowls. I thought the water was Sprite, and complained in my heart: "Dad also said that I was greedy, and that he was just as greedy. He wouldn't let me drink even if there was Sprite!" After eating, I saw no one, so I secretly picked up the bottle and slipped it to myself. room. "Haha, I'll drink Sprite too!" I was secretly happy and raised the bottle to drink. After a while, I felt dizzy and fell asleep on the bed. After I woke up, my father smiled and said to me: "Silly girl, that's wine, not Sprite." Then I suddenly realized.

The hot summer is here, and the sun is scorching the earth like a fireball. One day, I went to my grandma's house to play, and my cousin was also there. There were a lot of watermelons growing in my grandma’s neighbor’s field, so my cousin and I planned to steal the melons. After my grandparents left, my cousin and I split up. I went into the melon shed to steal melons, while my cousin kept watch outside. If we see someone coming, we run away quickly. I looked around and finally saw a big watermelon. I took it off quickly, held it in both hands and ran to grandma's house. After we go back, we first wash off the soil on the melon, and then use a knife to cut it open. When we cut it open, we found that it was not yet ripe, so we had to throw the melon to the sheep.

Now that I think of these interesting things from my childhood, I feel very happy, as if I have returned to my happy childhood. Composition 14 on the topic of childhood fun

Things that happen in childhood are like shells on the beach and rain falling from the sky. Like shells, colorful and extremely beautiful; like rainwater, some have evaporated, but some will remain in my mind forever.

Now I have to move the embassy to three years ago. At that time, my parents, my parents, and some relatives went to Liuzhou for fun. When we arrived in Liuzhou, we children kept clamoring to go to the park. The adults had no choice but to let my uncle take me, my cousin, my brother and my brother to Liuhou Park. There we reveal the original nature of the child. We played bicycles, small trains, jumping frogs and other very interesting games. What impressed me most was entering the haunted house.

My uncle divided us into two groups. My cousin took my younger brother, and my older brother took me. My brother and I got into the car. It was a car similar to a bumper car at that time, except that it had two seats and an extra buzzer in front of the car. As we drove off, the siren sounded. Little by little, the car drove towards the dark and eerie hole, and my heart lifted little by little. Nothing scary has happened in the green in front, it's just very dark, probably to allow us to gradually enter the state. After passing the Heretic Green, a light suddenly came on next to me. When I looked closely, it was... it was... it was a dinosaur! When I came to my senses, the dinosaur rushed towards me. I quickly thought and moved a lot, grabbed my brother's clothes, and screamed "Ah...". The dinosaur kept rushing towards me, and I was already terrified, "Could this dinosaur really eat me as a delicacy?" Just when I was ready to go to the "other world", the dinosaur suddenly came to me. He stopped in front of him. Phew... The heart that was about to burst out of my throat finally fell to the ground.

The car did not stop because of the appearance of dinosaurs, it kept moving forward. I saw a lot of fish around me, and it seemed like I was in the underwater world, so beautiful! I turned my head, hey, there is a beautiful mermaid here.

When I was still immersed in the fairyland-like underwater world, the mermaid suddenly turned around and turned into a terrifying skeleton, and my heart rose to my throat again...

This trip to Liuhou Park It is deeply unforgettable for me, I really want to experience it again!