When I was a kid, my mom would let me help her make popcorn on cold winter nights. We would take out a pan, some oil and butter. And then we would wait for the (one) popcorn to jump with an exciting sound. Then, we would shake the pan over the stove(炉子) (make) the perfect popcorn— shake, shake, shake, and pop, pop, pop— until the pan (fill) with delicious popcorn! Mom would pour it all a big bowl and add some salt on top.
Later, we would all come to the living room for the TV shows. Dad would sit in (he) chair, while my mom, two elder (brother) and I would relax on the sofa. There wasn't always a lot of popcorn to share, so mom even let me eat the half-popped kernels(玉米粒).
The funny thing is that I have already forgotten the shows we watched, but I still remember the smell of the popcorn, the (warm) of the bowl, and the joy of being with my family. I felt so (relax) and happy. We didn't have a big house, expensive snacks much money, but our love for each other was everything. a happy family I have!
