MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD

When I was a child, I used to play with my older brother running throughout on the hall of our house, and in the end of the hall, there was the principal door, and this, had a glass in this center. One day, we were do a competition, then, I was running very fast and I couldn´t stop on time, so I had to stop with my hands on the door and I broke the glass with my hands; but the problem was when I saw my wrist, because in this there was a piece of glass and my hand was hanging.

Immediately, my brother went to the room of my parents, because here we used to have a box with medicines- like the box of “first aid”-, but my cut was very seriously for be healed with those medicines.  At the same time, my parents were next to our house, because they were managers of a clothes’ store and they used to meeting with their employees there, then, when my parents hear the noise of the broken glasses, went to our house and when they saw my cut were very worried; immediately took me at hospital, and there, my father fainted because my cut shed a lot of blood.

Finally, the doctors sutured my wrist.  Because of that; I have an ugly and big scar on my wrist.