我到现在还记得自己第一次独自回家的事,真是有惊无险啊!那是一个星期日的上午,我正在少年宫学画画。放学后,我站在校门口等爷爷来接我。可是,同一个画室的小朋友陆陆续续都被家长接走了,仍不见我爷爷来。少年宫门口只剩下我一个人孤零零地站着,我慌了起来。“爷爷今天怎么了?怎么不来接我呢?”我左等右等,急得团团转。突然,一个念头冒出来:“干吗不自己回家,反正我也认得回家的路。”我被自己的这个想法吓了一跳,没敢立刻实施,又等了十 I still remember the first time I went home alone, there is no danger! That is a Sunday morning, I was studying painting at the Children’s Palace. After school, I stood at the school gate and other grandpa to pick me up. However, the same studio children have been picked up by parents, I still see my grandfather. Children’s Palace door only I stood alone, I panicked. “What happened to my grandfather today? Why did not you come to pick me up?” Suddenly, a thought came out: “Why not go home, anyway, I also recognize the way home. ” I was shocked by this idea, did not dare to implement immediately, and waited ten