Traumatic events come to life without choosing; time, people and the way of life each of us have. That was a sunny day, going to be a happy day indeed! I was with my sister and cousins that time, having been decided to have a picnic and go swimming in the river. From home, we traveled through the vines and bushes that keep our feet hurt. Those bushes always hit our feet that make us feel hurt all the time. Though we step on them, the thorns always kept up and made our feet wounded. As we were walking, we heard barks of dogs which frightened us all. We tried not to let the dogs feel we were scared so that they will not run after us. But my other cousin who wasn’t afraid always tried to bark like the dogs, so they ran after us! We did our best not for them to bite us and go swimming wounded. Good we arrived safe that we were so near the river already. But that wasn’t the river I was talking about we were to swim, that’s on the other side! It was so disappointing; that going to swimming plan turned out to an adventure! Well, I like adventures, but not with this one anymore! We have to go to the other side through a swinging, swaying, old hanging bridge! Man, I am acrophobic; I had no choice then! I have nothing to do than staying while seeing them happy splashing the cool waters but go. 1…2…3…steps were made; my life was like to end, like I was to fall on the river of giant crocs! My sister tried to pinch my ear for me not to collapse. That was really a dying adventure and I’m not going to do that again! That day had turned to become an adventurous and frightening day! I’ll find ways to go where I can walk on good roads, sleepy bushes and just a ‘straight ahead’ lane. I won’t go on swinging, swaying hanging bridges anymore, unless it’s one meter apart from the soil.
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