Childhood is full of adventures which sometimes lead to minor injuries, all of that being part of childhood and old memories.
I remember some time ago, I was playing with my friends outside, my boy friends, because I have always had boys around me since I was little, my only neighbours being them. They were always teaching me new things, a lot of them leading to getting a little bit hurt. So, as I was saying, I remember one time, I was playing football outside with them and we were having a lot of fun, as usual, not caring about anything else but the game.
As we were playing, the ball went over a fence in....... a yard. I decided to go get it as I was the smallest and I could sneak into all of our neighbours’ gardens. So I went in there, J was looking for our ball when I looked right into their dog’s eyes. I freezed for a second but when I saw it coming right after me I started running like never before. The adrenaline was so high, I wasn’t paying attention to the “route” and I ran right into a tree. I got a little dizzy but I didn’t stop until I got out of there. When I got back, I had some bruises on my forhead and legs but it was all worth it, because now I can tell this story and laugh about it all over again, just like I did back then.

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