我的童年像一条路,而我惹的祸就像一颗颗拦路的石子,永远停驻在这条道路的正中间。如果要挑一颗最大、最尖锐的石子,莫过于那一次我干的傻事了。一年清明节,我与爸爸妈妈去给爷爷扫墓,妈妈买了两包一百元的纸钱,准备烧给爷爷。当时我还小,妈妈怕我走不了那崎岖的山路,就把包丢给我, My childhood is like a road, and the misfortune I make is like a gravel, forever parked in the middle of this road. If you want to pick one of the largest and most sharp stones, than I did that time stupid thing. A year of Ching Ming Festival, my mom and dad to Grandpa grave, my mother bought two packs of 100 yuan in paper money, ready to burn to grandpa. At that time, I was still young. My mother was afraid that I could not walk the rugged mountain road and dropped the bag to me.