A special memory为题英语作文

This is a special memory for me
I still remembered my first time making a speech in public,let me tell you something about that.
It was very long ago,when I was at a primary school.One day,my teacher told me to give a speech about love our country in front of all of the students of our school.When I heard the news,I was a litle nervous.I never give a speech in public before,what if they laugh at me?
But I sill told myself go on.I prepared very hard.At the day,when I standing on the stage,I found my mom and my teacher were standing far away and watching me.That gave me enough confidence.I began my speech...
My speech won the cheer of my schoolmates.More important,I've got courage.That is one of the special momories of mine.

• My first special memory

I have a lot of memories on the road of growth, but I will never forget that special memory in my life. 

It happens few years ago. It’s so cold outside, even It’s almost New Year, there’s just few peoples and few tricycles on the street.

Me and my mom stand in front a tricycle, there is three buckets on the tricycle. There is white smoke on every each, There is four white bean curds with ice under it, there waiting for, waiting for someone to put their hands in and get them.

A man asked: “How many do you need? I just made it few minutes before. ”

“Five Jin please. “said mom.

Then, the man called, then a boy my age run forward. “Where have you gone? Get the bean curds out.” It’s not so Fierce, but it’s not kind too.

That boy take his hand out of his pocket, he tried the water temperature first, then put it in his pocket again, then closed his eye and put his hands in the bucket and take two white bean curds out of the bucket, and his hands turned red fast.

He has more ice on his clothes when he dries his hand with them.

The biting wind blow. It almost freeze my hand in the gloves, but that boy put his hands in the cold ice bucket again.

I cannot let my tears down in front the boy who salvage bean curds. At last, my tears came down at home.

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