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 Thursday, June 7, 2012 @ 12:08 PMWords Of Life Travelers : The Memory
 One day,at 2.00 p.m,it was a good weather to play outside the house. The cloud seem so calm.From inside my house I can saw the bird were excited chirping with their mate.So,that evening I planned to play outside. I ran to my friend's house and invited him to play with me.As teenager that love the extreme challenge like us, we decided to make a bicycle race. When we were race,something bad happened.I got a crashed. My body fall on the ground and dragged.My bicycle's rim were broke. It feel very hurt.My hand feel very hurt. It was broken by the accident.Only God know how I feel.There were a lot of wounds and blood on my body.At that time ,my friend ran to the public phone to callmy parents.After a couple of minutes waited,my father came.He scolded me formy actions.My father brought me to the hospital. I got seven stitches on the leg and six on my hand.It was very hurt.After I got treatment,my father brought me back tohome.THAT IS THE SCENE THAT I NEVER FORGET... |
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