Childhood story

By: Cheryl, zhang

    Mr. Michael is from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in the United States. He was very tall. He has a big eyes, brown hair. He always smiles. He was very nice to everyone. There came a famous artist. His name is Andy Warhol. And had very famous cartoon character Mickey Mouse.

   Mr. Michael lives with his parents, sister and brother during his childhood. His sister and him are still best friends; because they are “Irish twins”. They not the same age, but their interests are the same. His sister is a designer and he is an art teacher. They always like to draw together.

   In Mr. Michael’s childhood, the most meaningful thing is how his grandfather taught him how to make a garden and grow flowers. His relationship with his grandfather was very good. He always called his grandfather Papap. Mike. “Mike” means his name “Michael”. All has the “M”.

   When he was young, his grandfather always took him into the garden. His grandfather would let him dig holes and put seeds inside and show him how to water the garden. All summer Mr. Michael waits for the plants to come up. He saw it had no flowers each morning. He was always very disappointed. He wondered if he stepped on the wrong flowers. But, he continued to water the flowers every day. After 3 weeks, the tulip had a bud. He was very happy. During this time, his grandfather taught him how to grow flowers. The most interesting flower was tulip. His grandfather taught him to plant the bulbs in the fall. Then the tulip will pop up in the spring.

   When he and his grandfather were in the garden, he felt at peace in his heart. In the garden he could hear the calls of birds, smell the fragrance of flowers, and saw very colorful flowers.

   He learned a lot of things during this story. When he was a child, he knew flowers grow at different times of the year. Tulips grow in the spring; dalias grow in the summer, and mums grow in the fall. Also he learned to have patience to grow flowers.

   But now Mr. Michael is an adult. He said: This thing taught me that I am not a very patient man. I always want should no be hastily got everything. I began to complaining if they are not growing up. I began to doubt my own wisdom and ability. I happen to know, in fact, life as a gardening process. Everything has its own laws, such as when to grow seeding, When flowering, when the results of all previous experience has been to draw conclusions, and additional instructions for reference by future generation in the back. But I very much want the flowers to grow. Daring which I even doubt the quality of seed, the water ways, sometime even the seeds from the soil grilled hand out see if they have to be signs of germination.

   Now I think about the past behavior of their superfluous. I should be calm and not too anxious with some hope. I should have brought flowers to enjoy the fun rather than watching it pick fruit.

   At the same time is the same in life. When we should grow and mature, when harvest should be preordained.