Respuestas
One day, when I was 6 years old, I went to the beach. Here my story starts. I went to the rocks, to see the fish that were there, as usual. Once there, I decided to climb a little more to explore the entire area. It had beautiful views, I could see the whole beach from there, I still remember that day. I knew something got wrong when suddenly I fell from the rock. My leg was hurting me. Few minutes later, when I was better, I decided to get up off the ground, but I couldn't! My parents were far from me, and they couldn't see me... I decided to shout (I were only six years old). A boy came and said that I had a broken leg. He called my parents and they took me to the hospital. Ones there, the doctor attended me quickly because my leg didn't look good. They put a plaster on me. The next week I started my classes at school and everyone was asking me what happened in my leg.