Sunday, May 26, 2019
A Bad Day in My Youth
A Bad Day in my Youth When I was 11 years old, I was like all boys of this mount I loved to do what ever my parents forbade me to do. at present, I understand that they had a reason to warn me about many things. One of them was climbing places where children shouldnt be. I couldnt resist climbing trees or buildings just like a monkey. It was a nice, summer day and we lived in Odessa, Ukraine. Ukraine buildings formed courtyards. My friend and I compete in the yard. The yard was small with garages and a big tree in the back.We climbed everywhere we could tree, the roofs of the garages and the attics. We were like adventurers we tried to imagine being Indiana Jones the man from the pic I saw on TV. I was impressed by his adventures. We knew that no one would tell us to stop because our parents were shopping, that day, and we stated with my best friends grandmother. She was a chubby and pleasant woman, 78 or 79 years old, and couldnt always see what we were doing. So we took advanta ge of that old woman who couldnt really spang what we were doing.When we climbed the tree my friend accidentally stepped on my arm and I fell and broke my leg and right hand. At first, I didnt feel anything because of shock, but then, severe pain pierced the broken bones. My friends grandmother called the ambulance. I was scared when, in the hospital, doctor put a cast on my leg and hand. I imagined what my mom was going to say, I was afraid that she would be angry but she wasnt. She said I told you a jillion times you shouldnt play like this and that, one day, you would break neck. You are lucky that its not a broken neck.Please dont play games like this anymore. I understood that mom was right and was trying to warn and protect me the result of my disobedience was a broken finitenesss. I was in a leg cast for 6 months and had to be home-schooled. My arm was in a cast for 3 months, but now its fine. Now I always to do what my parents tell me to do, because I know that they want to do the best for me. They are older they have life experience and they know what way is better. Once, I did what I wanted to do. I will not make this mistake, again.
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