小时候的我顽皮得很,干过不少的荒唐事儿,是一个名副其实的“疯丫头”。当童年的往事像初冬的晨雾随着我的成长一点一点消失在我记忆深处时,却有那么一件事一直萦绕在我的大脑里,挥之不去。每每回想起这件事,总让我感到羞愧,后悔不已。那是三年前的一个阳光明媚的下午,我与哥哥一块儿到奶奶家去学习。刚坐了二十几分钟我就累了,想出去玩,便偷偷摸摸地打开了我房间的门,和哥哥一起下楼去了。每次 When I was young, I was naughty, doing a lot of absurd things, is a veritable “crazy girl.” When childhood memories like early winter morning mist disappear little by little as my growth grows in my memory, there is one thing that has been lingering in my brain, lingering. I often feel ashamed of regretful memories of this incident. It was a sunny afternoon three years ago, and I went to my grandmother’s house to study with my brother. Just twenty minutes sitting I was tired, want to go out to play, they sneak in to open the door to my room, and my brother went downstairs. Each