I was born in the mid-70s and spent my childhood in the countryside on the edge of a small county. In special times, there is also a special place in our childhood.
Ever since I can remember, adults have been studying politics and engaging in movements of one kind or another, often with gongs and drums, both lively and noisy, and chaotic everywhere. One moment painting slogans in the factory area, the next time each holding a small pennant on the street parade, constantly celebrating something, but also constantly knocking down something.
Every Friday afternoon, it is a fixed time for political study, and all kindergarten teachers must attend. The teacher told us: Children, the teacher is going to participate in the study, you have to obey Oh, who is a good doll, the teacher will send him biscuits to eat when he comes back, naughty No Oh! Teachers are relieved to learn, and our kindergarten has truly become a "children's paradise". The children in the kindergarten are the bosses of the kindergarten, and they consciously take on the responsibility of inspection, this classroom is sneaking, that class is sneaking, from time to time in front of the "little red garden" of other classes, pointing out the country, stirring up the text, and writing (that is really graffiti). The children in the middle class are the most well-behaved, under the careful command of a little girl, singing "big production ah ma ma hey" in unison. We in the small class are not bad, some concentrate on sleeping; some seriously play with toys, saliva flowing into a line hanging on the chest; some feel that the fingers are very sweet, a hard suck. Near the end of school, the teachers came back, they thought they had gone to the wrong place, the whole campus was in a wolf, and then looked around at the children, the little flower cat was relatively clean, and the mud monkeys accounted for the majority. The teachers had to pick up their spirits, drag their tired bodies, and scrub each of us again. Don't get clean, after a while the parents come to pick up the child, there will be opinions. At that time, it was a matter of the working class having an opinion. While washing us, the teachers said: Fortunately, there was no fight, otherwise...
In a daze, I read the kindergarten. However, the kindergarten was also closed because the teachers were going to join the "Workers' Propaganda Brigade". Parents are worried, who will take care of the children? And when we heard the news, we were very happy, hahaha, no one cares about us, we can play everywhere. So, the adults went to work at 8 o'clock every morning, and as soon as they left, we gathered at the entrance of the dormitory compound to discuss how to play today.
Xiao Mao said: Go to drive a crane today?
The second lady said: No, there is electricity!
The big head told us: I found a lot of bird nests on the top of the carpentry house.
In the end, everyone agreed: Yes, dig the bird's nest!
The roof of the carpentry house was covered with red tiles, and because of the long time, some of the tiles were protruding, which provided a good place for birds and finches to make nests. After a short division of labor, the younger ones, who could not climb trees, picked up the birds below, and the others climbed up the roof with trembling eucalyptus trees next to them. Wow, a lot of bird nests, said to be birds, in fact, all sparrows. In the education at that time, the sparrow was one of the "four pests", so we did not give up and dug out nest after nest.
"Well, there are a few sparrow eggs here!"
"Come on, I saw the little sparrow, red!" The excited and noisy voices of the partners echoed over the carpentry room and drifted into the ears of their parents.
"Daddy, look, I have bird eggs here!"
As one of the children shouted happily, we looked down to the ground: Oh my God, a bunch of adults pressed against the black. Oops, the grown-ups are coming, and we're terrified. Curiously, none of the parents spoke, and a few stopped talking. Yong Yong's father spoke (his dad is the factory director and has a jeep, so Yong Yong is often quite angry): "Children, how much did you pay?" Enough is enough, we'll pay for it next time. Come down, go home and cook it to eat ha. ”
We were so happy to see the adults so amiable, and obediently slipped down the trees one by one. As soon as the last child landed, the adults began to act in unison, and the sound of "crackling" sounded at the same time, followed by the cry of wow. What hurts is our butt, and what shocks our parents' hearts.
Later we learned that it was discussed before the adults arrived at the carpentry workshop, trying not to make any noise, for fear of frightening us and falling down.
Later we learned that the roof of the carpentry house is 12 meters high, oh my God, it is higher than 3 floors!
Parents succeeded in sniping at our desire to ascend. Now, high places are not afraid to go, so how to play?
Soon, we found an interesting plaything - a small trailer that transports products from workshop to workshop. Steel, rectangular, about 1.5 meters long and less than 1 meter wide, with 3 wheels below and a tall T-shaped rudder above. How to play it? Haha, that's simple, find a slope, sit on it, squeeze as many children as you can, and then scream and rush down the slope, and then push uphill with all your might, and then rush down again, and so on. However, at that time, we did not know that the length and slope of the slope determined the degree of danger. At the same event, luck no longer accompanies our happy childhood. On the half-slope, the trolley flipped over, when we had 3 children injured, the most serious of which had 5 stitches on the forehead, leaving an eternal imprint of childhood memories.
Because of this incident (the factory was called an accident at the time), the factory built a wall between the production area and the accommodation compound, announcing strict discipline: children were forbidden to enter the production plant!
The walls were built, the ban was coming again, and we were grown up and should be in first grade. We jokingly call children in first grade "wearing cow noses." Yes, the calves should learn how to make big cattle. Since then, we have begun to learn by the rules.
Childhood is gone, and we are growing up.
In our materialistic childhood, there was always the joy of childhood. Now when I get together with my childhood playmates, or when I see some books that recall our painful childhood, I always think of our suffering at that time, and I wonder: Why are our childhoods so happy?