那是我最为自己骄傲的时候英语作文

那是我最为自己骄傲的时候英语作文
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篇1
That Was the Time I Felt Most Proud of Myself
Wow, I still remember that day like it was yesterday! It was the biggest day of my whole entire life up until that point. I was only 10 years old, just a little kid, but I felt like a million bucks. Actually, no, I felt like a billion bucks! Maybe even a trillion!
It all started a few months earlier when my teacher, Mrs. Johnson, told our class about this huge science fair that was happening. She said we could make any kind of science project we wanted and enter it into the fair to get judged. The prize was getting your picture in the newspaper and everything! Could you imagine - little old me in the newspaper? I about fell out of my chair I was so excited.
As soon as I got home from school that day, I ran straight to my room to start thinking up ideas. I laid on my bed staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling, trying to come up with the most amazing science project ever. Maybe I could build a rocket ship? No, that would be too hard. What about a robot that
could do my chores? I don't think I'm that good at building robots yet.
Then it hit me - a volcano! Yes, a volcanic eruption would be so awesome. I could make the whole thing erupt with red lava and smoke and everything. It would definitely be a showstopper at the science fair. I could already picture the judges being totally blown away.
The next day, I told my mom and dad about my idea for the volcano project and they seemed super proud of me already. My dad took me down to the basement to get some supplies like baking soda, vinegar, dish soap, and food coloring. My mom helped me make a mountain shape out of paper mache over a empty bottle. Once that dried, I painted the whole thing to look just like a real volcanic mountain.
Finally, it was ready to erupt! I carefully poured some baking soda into the bottle and mixed the vinegar with dish soap and red food coloring. When I was all set, I called my parents in to watch. I mixed the vinegar solution into the baking soda and...KABOOM! The most awesome red lava explosion came pouring out of the top, oozing down the sides of the volcano. Smoke was everywhere! My parents were cheering and I just
stood there grinning from ear to ear, feeling like a professional scientist.
Science fair day came and I was sooo nervous. There wereall kinds of other cool projects like bubbling chemical volcanoes, spinning planets, even a kid who made a robot hand that could pick stuff up! But my volcano looked pretty darn good too. The judges came by and I gave them the whole eruption show. They oohed and ahhed like everyone else when the red lava came pouring out. A couple of them took pictures and made notes on their clipboards. I tried to act all calm and collected, but secretly I was freaking out thinking "Pick me! Pick me!"
A few days later, my teacher posted the list of winners on the classroom wall before school. I shoved my way to the front of the crowd and...there was MY name at the very top of the list! First place! I saw my volcano picture was going to be in the newspaper and everything. I just dropped my books and jumped up and down, I was so happy. Some of the other kids looked a little jealous, but I didn't care one bit. This was MY moment.
That night, my parents took me out for my favorite dinner of pizza and ice cream to celebrate. They told me how proud they were of me and that I should be proud of myself too for working so hard on my project. And I was proud, more proud than I had
ever felt before. Winning that science fair wasn't just about having a cool volcano or getting my picture in the paper. It was about learning that if I tried my best and never gave up, I could achieve anything I set my mind to. That's a lesson I'll never forget.
So yeah, that was definitely the proudest moment of my life so far. I still have the newspaper clipping in a frame above my bed. Whenever I look at it, I remember that amazing feeling of accomplishment. And who knows, maybe one day I'll get that proud feeling again when I grow up to be a scientist for real! A volcano scientist building the hugest, baddest, most erupting volcanoes you've ever seen. Just you wait and see!
篇2
The Proudest Moment of My Life
That day started out just like any other day. I woke up, brushed my teeth, got dressed, and had breakfast with my family. Little did I know, it would turn out to be one of the most amazing days ever!
It was a sunny Saturday morning in June. My mom asked me, "Would you like to go to the park today to practice your soccer skills?"
"Yes! Yes! A million times yes!" I excitedly replied. You see, soccer was my absolute favorite thing in the whole wide world. I had been playing since I was four years old. My parents signed me up for recreational soccer and from that very first practice, I was hooked. There was just something so fun about dribbling the ball, passing it to my teammates, and hopefully scoring a goal!
At the park, I started doing dribbling drills, working onmy ball control. Up, down, side to side, I guided the soccer ball with my feet. After about 20 minutes of that, I was ready to take some shots on goal. My mom set up two cones as a "goal" for me to aim at. I took a few shots from close range and most of them went in. Then I backed up to test my accuracy from further away. Kick after kick, I struck the ball firmly, sending it zooming towards the cones. But one shot in particular felt perfect. As soon as my clunky cleat made contact with the ball, I knew it was going to be a bull's-eye. The ball soared through the air in a beautiful arc and slipped right through the cones! Bull's-eye!
"Mom! Did you see that?! That was the most amazing shot ever!" I shouted, jumping up and down with glee. My mom was beaming with pride.
"Great job! That was incredible! You're getting so good at this," she praised.
We kept practicing for about an hour more. I was having a blast, as usual. When we got home, my mom surprised me.
"You know, with your skills, you could probably make your school's soccer team. Tryouts are in two weeks. Would you like to go for it?" she asked.
My eyes grew wide with excitement. "The school soccer team? You mean it? I would LOVE that! Yes, yes, a million times yes!" I was practically bursting with joy at the thought of playing soccer for my school.
For the next two weeks, I practiced every single day without fail. Dribbling drills, shooting drills, passing drills, you name it. I was utterly determined to make the team this year. Finally, the day of tryouts arrived. Along with about 30 other kids, I ran through all the drills and scrimmages under the watchful eye of the coaches.
When it was all over, the head coach gathered us all together. "Thank you all for coming out today and showing us your skills. We were very impressed with everyone's effort and abilities," he
began. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a list. My heart was pounding.
"When I call out your name, please come stand over here."
He started reading names from his list. One by one, kids stepped forward. I waited with bated breath, praying to hear my name called. After what felt like an eternity, I finally heard it:
"Charlie Brown."
I could barely believe my ears! I had made the team! Trying not to look too overeager, I walked over and joined the other kids whose names were called. But on the inside, I was overflowing with pride, excitement, and a sense of accomplishment.
That night at dinner, I couldn't stop talking about making the soccer team.
"... And then Coach Harris called my name! Can you believe it?
I actually made the team!" I recounted for what was probably the tenth time.
"We're SO proud of you, honey! All that hard work and practice paid off. You should feel incredibly proud of yourself," my mom said with a huge smile.
My dad agreed, "You set a goal and you achieved it through your dedication and perseverance. That's something to be really proud about."
Hearing those words of praise and affirmation from my parents made me feel ten feet tall. All the time I spent practicing, all the sacrifices I made to prioritize soccer, all the bumps and bruises along the way... it was all worth it to get to this moment. I had dreamed of making the school soccer team for years, and now here I was.
That feeling of pride, of knowing I earned my spot through hard work, determination, passion, and perseverance, is something I'll never forget. It motivated me to continue pursuing my goals, to keep working hard, and to take pride in my accomplishments. Looking back, making that soccer team is still one of the proudest moments of my life so far. It's a memory I'll cherish forever.
篇3
The Proudest Moment of My Life
Hi there! My name is Jamie and I'm 10 years old. I'm in the 5th grade now, but I want to tell you about something that
happened last year when I was in 4th grade. It was the proudest moment of my whole life so far!
Last year, my teacher Mrs. Thompson had our class do this really cool project called the "Invent-It Challenge." The idea was that we had to come up with an invention that could help make the world a better place in some way. I was super excited because I love building things and dreaming up new ideas.
At first, I had no clue what to invent. I asked my parents for suggestions but they just said to think about problems in the world that maybe I could find a solution for. That didn't really help me at the time. Then one day, I was watching TV and there was this really sad story on the news about all the plastic pollution in the oceans. They showed pictures of poor sea turtles and dolphins all tangled up in plastic bags and six-pack rings. It made me feel terrible seeing those animals suffering like that because of our trash.
That's when I had my big idea - I would invent something to help clean up the plastic pollution in the ocean! I did a bunch of research online about how much plastic was really in the ocean (it's A LOT) and how it was hurting marine life. The more I learned, the more determined I became to do something about this problem.
For my invention, I decided to design a special robot that could go around collecting plastic waste from the ocean. In my mind, I pictured it kind of looking like a little submarine but with lots of arms and nets that could scoop up plastic bags, bottles, and anything else. It would be able to go under the water and on the surface too.
Once I had the main concept figured out, I got to work building a model of my Ocean Plastic Robot out of stuff I found around the house. I used plastic bottles, yogurt containers, pipe cleaners, straws, you name it! My model turned out looking kind of goofy and lopsided, but I loved it. I spent weeks perfecting all the little details.
Finally, it was time to present our inventions in front of the whole class. I was really nervous, but also crazy excited to share my idea. When it was my turn, I walked up to the front trying to act all confident and casual. But on the inside I was freaking out a little! I took a deep breath and started explaining my invention, showing my model to everyone. I talked all about the plastic pollution problem, how my robot would work, what features it would have, and why I thought it could really make a difference.
The whole class was completely silent while I presented, which was a little scary at first. But when I finished, everyone
started clapping and cheering like crazy! A bunch of kids came up afterwards asking me questions and telling me what a cool invention it was. Mrs. Thompson had this huge smile on her face and told me I did an incredible job. I felt so proud in that moment, like I was really onto something great.
But the best part was yet to come. A few weeks later, Mrs. Thompson told me that she had entered my Ocean Plastic Robot into a nationwide invention contest for students! She said the judges were really impressed with how I identified an important environmental issue and created a creative solution. I couldn't believe it when I found out that my invention had actually won the grand prize
The prize was getting to go to Washington D.C. and visit the Smithsonian Museum, where they displayed my model robot for a little while. Can you imagine how psyched I was?? My parents, my teacher, and I all got to go on this amazing trip together. It was so cool seeing my creation on display at an actual museum like that.
Whenever I think back to that whole experience - coming up with the idea, building the model, presenting in front of everyone, and then winning that huge contest - it fills me with so much pride. I proved to myself that even as a kid, I could dream
up something that could really help make the world better. And people listened! Adults were impressed by my invention and thought it was a good idea worth sharing.
That feeling of pride and accomplishment was better than anything. It made me see that I shouldn't underestimate myself or my abilities, no matter how young I am. If I put my mind to something and work really hard, I can achieve amazing things!
I hope that one day when I'm older, I can take that little Ocean Plastic Robot idea and actually build it for real. How awesome would it be if something I created as a 4th grader could end up helping to clean the plastic from our beautiful oceans? Just thinking about that possibility makes me so motivated to keep chasing my dreams and believing in myself.
So if you ever get the chance to enter a contest, or take on a big creative project, or share your ideas with others - go for it! You might just surprise yourself with what you're capable of. Who knows, you could make something that positively impacts the whole world. I know I'm going to keep trying my best to make that happen. This was the proudest moment of my life so far, but I have a feeling there are many more amazing moments still to come!
篇4
The Day I Felt Most Proud of Myself
Hi there! My name is Jamie and I'm 10 years old. I'm going to tell you about the time I felt most proud of myself. It was actually just a few months ago, but I still remember it like it was yesterday.
It all started one day after school. My friend Zack and I were walking home together like we did most days. We were talking about our favorite video games and cracking jokes like usual. But then Zack got this funny look on his face.
"Hey Jamie, you wanna see something cool?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
I nodded eagerly. Zack was always finding neat stuff to show me - cool rocks, weird bugs, you name it. This time, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his backpack!
"Woah, where'd you get those?" I gasped. I had seen people smoking cigarettes before, but I never expected one of my friends to have them.
Zack shrugged. "My older brother Jack. He said I could try a couple if I didn't tell my parents."
Part of me knew this was a bad idea. My mom had talked to me about how smoking was really unhealthy and could get you addicted. But another part of me was just so curious. And I definitely didn't want to look like a baby in front of Zack.
"You're not gonna try one?" Zack challenged as he lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. He instantly started coughing and looked kind of green.
I bit my lip, then snatched the cigarette from his hand. "Give me that before you make yourself sick!"
I put the cigarette up to my lips and inhaled. Immediately, I regretted it. The smoke burned my throat and made me cough uncontrollably. My eyes started watering and I could barely breathe. It was one of the most disgusting things I had ever tasted!
"Are you okay?" Zack asked once I had stopped hacking up a lung. He looked almost impressed that I had managed to actually inhale.
I shook my head vigorously. "That was terrible! How could anyone actually enjoy that?"
"I dunno," Zack mumbled, absentmindedly dropping his used cigarette and grinding it into the pavement with his shoe. "My brother says he's addicted so he can't stop."
The word "addicted" rang in my ears. I thought about how my aunt struggled with alcoholism and how awful that had been for my family. I didn't want to end up like that. In that moment, I made a pact with myself to never smoke again, no matter what.
"C'mon, let's get out of here," I told Zack firmly, tossing aside my barely smoked cigarette too. I felt shaky and gross, but mostly I felt proud for sticking to what I knew was right.
From then on, I kept that promise to myself through elementary school, middle school, high school, and beyond. Whenever I saw my peers smoking, I thought about that day and how terrible it had been. Peer pressure didn't work on me when it came to cigarettes - not once.
That moment of courage as a 10-year-old kid literally shaped the rest of my life. Because I never got addicted to smoking, I was able to stay healthy. I could play sports in high school without getting winded. I could go on hiking and camping trips with my friends. And decades later, I'm still feeling good and active in my old age.
More importantly, by avoiding cigarettes I set an amazing example for my own kids. They never once saw me smoke and pick up that dirty habit myself. I was able to teach them all about the dangers of smoking from a truly honest place. My kids ended up making the same smart choice I did and they're raising their own children to be smoke-free too.
So while that day started with me giving into peer pressure for a moment, it ended up being one of the proudest days of my life. At just 10 years old, I had the maturity and willpower to overcome a powerful addictive substance before it ever took hold. That strength of character has benefitted me over all the years since.
I'm proud I was brave enough to make that choice so young. I'm proud I was able to stick to it through the temptations of adolescence. And I'm proud for how that pivotal decision has allowed me to life a long, healthy, smoke-free life surrounded by the people I love most. It hasn't always been easy, but I've never once regretted that fateful day when I defiantly dropped my first and last cigarette onto the pavement. It was the day this little kid showed I had the guts to resist peer pressure, and ultimately shaped who I am today.
篇5
That Was When I Felt Most Proud of Myself
Hi there! My name is Tommy and I'm 10 years old. I'm going to tell you a story about the time when I felt most proud of myself. It was last summer and it's a story I'll never forget!
It all started one day when my mom asked me to clean up my room. I really didn't want to because I was right in the middle of playing my favorite video game. But mom insisted, so I had to pause the game and get to work. As I was cleaning, I found a flyer on the floor that said there was going to be a talent show at the community center in a few weeks! I got super excited because I loved putting on little shows and performances for my family.
I ran downstairs to ask mom if I could enter the talent show. She said yes, but then asked me what talent I would do. That's when I froze up. I wasn't really good at anything special! I couldn't play an instrument, I couldn't sing very well, and I definitely couldn't dance. I started feeling really sad that I didn't have an amazing talent to show off.
Then I remembered that a few months earlier, my dad had taught me how to juggle three tennis balls. It was really hard at first, but after practicing a ton, I could juggle for a pretty long time without dropping the balls. Could juggling be my talent for
the show? I wasn't sure if it was cool enough, but mom encouraged me to give it a try.
So for the next few weeks, I practiced my juggling every single day after school. I'd come home, do my homework, have a snack, and then head outside to juggle for hours. My arms would get so tired, but I kept going because I really wanted to nail my juggling routine. I even asked dad to teach me some juggling tricks to make my act more impressive.
Finally, the night of the talent show arrived. I was backstage, shaking like a leaf because I was so nervous! There were kids singing, dancing, playing instruments...their talents seemed so much cooler than boring old juggling. I almost chickened out, but my parents kept cheering me on from the audience. It was my turn before I knew it.
When I walked out on that stage, looking at all the people in the crowd, my heart felt like it was going to explode! But as soon as I grabbed those three tennis balls, Did some warmup juggling tosses and got into my rhythm, the butterflies went away. I juggled like I had never juggled before, tossing the balls higher and higher. Then I started working in the cool tricks dad taught me - juggling behind my back, under my legs, and even juggling while jumping up and down!
The crowd went wild clapping and cheering me on. I could see my parents in the front row with the biggest smiles on their faces. In that moment, putting on my big juggling show in front of everyone, I felt like a superstar. For those few minutes, juggling was the most important skill in the whole world.
When I caught the tennis balls one final time and held them up triumphantly, the applause was deafening. I had done it - I had rocked the talent show with my special juggling act! As I headed off the stage afterwards, people kept coming up to me telling me how impressed and entertained they were. Some even asked me to show them some juggling tips. I had never felt so proud in my whole life.
Later that night, the winners of the talent show were announced. I didn't get first place, but I did come in third, winning a trophy and a gift card! As I held that trophy, unable to stop smiling, I realized that it didn't matter that juggling wasn't a super amazing talent like singing or playing guitar. It was MY talent, something I had worked so hard on and mastered through lots of practice. And I had taken that talent and entertained a huge crowd of people with it. That's what made me feel proudest.
From that day on, I never stopped juggling. I started juggling everywhere I went - at home, at school during recess, you name it. People were always asking me to show off my juggling skills. My parents were so proud of me for discovering my hidden talent and having the courage to go out on stage and juggle in front of everyone. Sometimes, when I'm having trouble learning something new, I remember how determined I was to get good at juggling by never giving up. It motivates me to keep trying my best.
Well, that's my story about feeling proud of myself! Juggling may not seem like the coolest talent in the world, but to
10-year-old me, being able to juggle on stage and entertain so many people made me feel like a true star. I'll never forget that amazing night and the pride I felt in myself for working so hard and bravely showing off my juggling skills. Who knows, maybe juggling will re-emerge as my party trick when I'm older too! I'm surely proud that I can juggle...even if it's just three tennis balls.。