Saturday, January 18, 2020
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 age; I loved to do what ever my parents forbade me to do. Now, I understand that they had a reason to warn me about many things. One of them was climbing places where children shouldnââ¬â¢t be. I couldnââ¬â¢t 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 played 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 movie 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 friendââ¬â¢s grandmother. She was a chubby and pleasant woman, 78 or 79 years old, and couldnââ¬â¢t always see what we were doing. So we took advantage of that old woman who couldnââ¬â¢t really know 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 didnââ¬â¢t feel anything because of shock, but then, severe pain pierced the broken bones. My friendââ¬â¢s 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 wasnââ¬â¢t. She said ââ¬Å"I told you a million times you shouldnââ¬â¢t play like this and that, one day, you would break neck. You are lucky that itââ¬â¢s not a broken neck. Please donââ¬â¢t play games like this anymore. â⬠I understood that mom was right and was trying to warn and protect me; the result of my disobedience was a broken finitenessââ¬â¢s. 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 itââ¬â¢s 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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