In the colorful world, is happy childhood, childhood is mowgli, childhood is... Everyone has their own childhood, my childhood is naive.

　　When I was six, I went to my grandmother's house, that yes I naive. Listening to the adults said, on a plane can roam in blue sky, live. So, I think all day to fly, and one day, I sat a small bench, see a few chickens climb come up to the balcony, and want to take them out and went downstairs. So I will learn to the grandmother, the way a wave, a shout: "go to go to!" Behold, the chicken did not listen to my words, good scurrying about everywhere.

　　Suddenly, a chicken from the balcony jumped down and I was frightened, and looked down and saw a chicken wings, he flopped about safety "landing......." I look for, surprise of call way "chicken fly, chicken fly! Fly, fly chicken chicken!" I like discovered the new continent, loudly rang way. From then on, I will know what is "fly chicken" mean, know the meaning, I will plan a "fly chicken" do.

　　One afternoon, the grandmother went for a walk. I secretly slipped into the chicken tents, took a fancy to a terrible rooster, think it is right. The only big rooster as expected to catastrophizing, a rampant. I am very not easy to catch the chicken, and go to him a sit, chicken early struggle hard, a bellow, then move. The grandmother heard chicken, and immediately called back, asked me the way it is. I as if nothing has occurredly said: "I want to do fly chicken." The grandmother heard, first one leng, and then laughed. But I still make the plane?