My childhood

In my memory, a lot of interesting stories which happened in my childhood are fresh in my mind. When I have a heart-to-heart talk with my mother, we always recall these things together.
When I was 6 years old, I was a real mischief. I used to go to a small garden which near my house to play. One day, when I was walking through that garden, I saw a little girl who was sitting under a big tree. I thought she must be very comfortable sat like that because she looked very relaxed. For this reason, I walked close to her and said: “Do you enjoy sitting here?” She didn’t answer me, and I asked her again, she did as the same. For sure, I was very angry at that time. I had found a long wooden stick before I went back to her, and used it hit on her head. I felt very happy when I saw her cried and run away. Then I sat under that tree for a long time, but I didn’t feel very comfortable. On the contrary, I felt very boring. For this reason, I stood up and went back home.
A lady who was my mother saw the whole process of this story, and she told it to my mother. From that time, my mom always talks of this story with her friends.