I’ll never forget what happened when i was 5th
grade . My grandfather was accompaning me
to go to school by motorcycle when completely out of the blue another
motorcycle strumbled over my grandfather and I. My grandfather and i fell to
the street, while my feet rubbed by asphalt and full of blood. What complete
agony!
My grandfather and I was trying to woke up when I saw another motorcycle which is driven by high school student with one of his friends came angrily. I was suspected that they were the culprit of my suffering. I’m sure that it were they. But, they were suspected that we were the culprit of their suffering because his bag strap broke by the events that had just happened. One of them said to my grandfather angrily, “Can you see that my bag strap broke?!”. My grandfather was replying when I asked my grandfather to go home, “Can you see that my grandson’s feet are full of blood?!”. My grandfather quickly rode the motorcycle to go to home. The rest of the way, I repeatedly said to myself, “You’d better watch out boys!!”
I haven't been able to get they off my mind ever since. I keep thinking about
that incident over and over again. Who were they? They were a complete stranger
to me. “Whoever you are, next time, you better watch out!!”
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