In my childhood， summer holidays left a deep impression on me。 They brought me many happy memories now。
Everyday we got up early then。 Though there was not much modern entertainment， we could still be content with climbing trees， swimming in the small river， catching butterflies， bees and or something。 Anyway， we could give a full play to our imagination and intelligence to enjoy ourselves。
The most enjoyable time in a day was night。 All people would go out to be cool。 They talked with each other freely and happily。 Sometimes we would gather around an old grandfather and listen to an old story， which would always attract a lot of children。 Our grief and joy all came from story。 Sometimes we would carry out a small stool， made it as a horse， and then we would ride on it in a circle。 We acted as knights。 The front part of the stool was moved up and down to knock at the earth and sent out the sound of “du du…”。 It was often followed with our folk songs。 But parents could not accept this game because it was too noisy， and they couldn’t bear it。 We were always forced to dismiss。 But soon we could find a new program。
About the midnight， people would go back to sleep one after another。 Under the pressure of parents， we had to go home， too。 But as soon as we got to bed， the plan of entertainment next day appeared in mind。 Then we could sleep with a smile。