Today, I a person sit staring blankly, couldn't help recalling do those stupid things when I was young, one stupid thing not come in front of my eyes.
There is a special clear remember, it is made of I was three years old. Remember that year my family bought a pot of beautiful small yellow flowers, of that potted flower flower small, cute. Are six petals and leaves are serrated. I liked the potted flower, often climb into the window sill, but over time I found some faults -- it has no aroma this potted flower, I'm a little pity. But I accidentally discovered a secret, mother every body has a good smell of the fragrance, after this I will secretly pay attention to the fragrance of the mother to come from. Finally, I found that the smell of mother comes from the little bottle on the counter, mothers take the liquid inside every time they go out in the body, the body will become very sweet.
I started a secret plan. Wait for the day, only I a person in the home, I took out the bottle of dot, mom on the counter a unscrewed, out rushed a strands of fragrance. So sweet! I exclaimed, hurriedly take a little bit of the inside of the liquid to come out, drop on that one, and then drop in the roots of the flower, I think that will make the flowers from the roots have been sweet to the flowers, already is full of fragrance was in the room, I guess it probably took a hand.
Mom came back and found wrong, hurriedly cross-examine me what's the matter, I'll have to account said out, again funny again spirit, listening to his mother said to me, the flowers will die. I am a grain of salt, so he died a few days later the flowers.
I'm so sad, again feel funny, until now you still love to take the matter to make fun of me. Whenever at this time, I will vomit vomit tongue turned and ran to the grandmother to hide behind them.