成长历程作文（Growing up composition）.doc

成长历程作文（Growing up composition） Thirteen years ago the summer, I start from the starting point of life, through the toddler happy childhood, dreams of childhood, and entered the youth in high and vigorous spirits. Along the way, how much across the gully, I found that the left hand clenched, his father is a warm and generous hand, his right hand clenched, mothers slender soft fingers. Over the past thirteen years, I hold the hand of the father and mother can bravely go today, let go of their hands, I dare to go down? At the age of 5, I was in kindergarten, on the middle shift, that summer, the first time I had a high fever and had to go to the hospital linked to water. Face masks, holding a syringe nurse aunt, I feel a sense of fear. I tried to open the nurse, staggered rushed outside. My mother kept up with me, patted my shoulder. I was wiping away tears, turned around, mom with a soft hand wipe the tears on my face, a smile stretched out one hand to me. I stared at her hands, and looked at his hands, two injured hand was so similar. I do not hesitate to hand in his mothers hands, mom slightly grip a bit, but I feel a sense of security. I know, as long as I grabbed her mothers hand, I will not be afraid what. When the needle into my blood, my body trembled, but Dad stepped forward to hold my hand, put me in your arms. At that moment, I feel satisfied. I also tried to seize the hand of the father and mother, do not have a moment let go, just walk in the path of life, the gathering of colorful flowers, and gone through five summer. It is still a hot summer, when I go to school from the bus station opposite the school, a car sped to the truck in front of my eyes flashed, but a second time, it seems after dozens of centuries. My mind suddenly a blank, the hands of the cups have been rolled in the asphalt road. The temperature anomaly of high ground, exudes a pungent smell. My heart is aching, what seems to be tearing at my body, a sticky liquid penetration of clothes. I