Narrative Essay. Essence Edition

Author: Yingcai Composition Research Institute
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Publish Date: 2006-07-01
Features: In my childhood, I was full of curiosity about everything and, with that eagerness to try, did many things. But what I can never forget is a foolish thing I did—cutting my dad's eyebrows. At that time, I was still young, only six years old. One summer afternoon, Dad was napping with me, but I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried. I don't know if it was too hot or if I had too much energy, but lying in bed, I tossed and turned, looking around, always wanting to find something to do. At that moment, Dad, who was beside me, had already fallen asleep with snoring. I watched Dad closely and suddenly noticed that his eyebrows were very long, with a few of them especially long. Then, a mischievous idea popped into my head: I would trim Dad's eyebrows. So, I rolled out of bed, found the scissors, picked them up, and was about to cut when I hesitated. I thought, "If I cut off the eyebrows, will they grow back?" Then I thought, "People trim their hair when it gets too long, and eyebrows are similar to hair, right?" So, I gently brought the scissors close to Dad's eyebrows and carefully aimed at them. Suddenly, I heard a "snip," and the eyebrows were cut off. Dad, who was fast asleep, seemed to sense something and turned over, but then fell back asleep. I took a deep breath and looked—oh no, I had cut them too short, and they looked terrible! What should I do? If Dad saw it, he would definitely be angry. Thinking this, I quickly pretended to be calm and lay back in bed, wondering, "Will Dad scold me when he wakes up?" As I thought about it, I gradually fell asleep. "Oh, my eyebrows!" After a while, I was woken up by Dad's sudden scream. I quickly ran over. It turned out that when Dad woke up and was washing his face, he looked in the mirror and noticed his eyebrows were short and very noticeable, looking awful. I looked at Dad's bewildered expression and felt terrified. "What's going on?" Dad frowned and asked me. "I—"