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Falling from tree When I was kid, I felt out of my friend’s mango tree. At that time, my friends and I wanted to eat mango in front of my friend’s house. The tree was very high. We could not climb it because at that time we were little.
Because no one dared to climb the tree, I braced myself to climb it. I knew that I could not climb the tall tree. However, I want to show them that I was great. Then I climbed the tree. Having reached the top, I started looking for fruit which I would take. I saw my friends from the bottom praised me. “Great, you are awesome!” said one of my friends. “Fetch the fruit!” begged my friend. Then I tried to reach the fruit. However, when I was about to pick it up, the trunk where I stand broken. I felt from the tree. “Gubraaakk” My body crushed the ground. I cried in pain. I see blood was coming out of my head.
At that moment, I was ushered by my friend to my home. They told my mother that I fell out of a mango tree. Then my mother treated my wounds. Until now the wound is still seen in my arm. Every time I see it, I remember my childhood that careless and love to be praised
When I was kid, I felt out of my friend’s mango tree. At that time, my friends and I wanted to eat mango in front of my friend’s house. The tree was very high. We could not climb it because at that time we were little.
Because no one dared to climb the tree, I braced myself to climb it. I knew that I could not climb the tall tree. However, I want to show them that I was great. Then I climbed the tree. Having reached the top, I started looking for fruit which I would take. I saw my friends from the bottom praised me. “Great, you are awesome!” said one of my friends. “Fetch the fruit!” begged my friend. Then I tried to reach the fruit. However, when I was about to pick it up, the trunk where I stand broken. I felt from the tree. “Gubraaakk” My body crushed the ground. I cried in pain. I see blood was coming out of my head.
At that moment, I was ushered by my friend to my home. They told my mother that I fell out of a mango tree. Then my mother treated my wounds. Until now the wound is still seen in my arm. Every time I see it, I remember my childhood that careless and love to be praised