A Traumatic Event in My Childhood

A Traumatic Event in My Childhood

During the years of the childhood we go through a lot of different experiences and learn how to deal with problems under any circumstances. We learn from our parents, teachers, society, and the environment that we live in. We often come across difficult decisions, a split road, a big change. Some of those decisions change your life to a better road, and the rest you will have to walk until another split comes along the way. Because of these roads and the experiences which we learn after each step we shape up our character. It doesn’t matter if it was a bad experience or the best in you life. My memory is full of the events during my life. It’s like a movie- full of surprises and disappointments, satisfaction and fear. The story that I want to tell you, happened to me when I was seven years old. Our family was at my father’s friend’s birthday party. Me and other children were watching a show with cartoon heroes. It was very entertaining. By the end of the evening most of the children were very tired, and that’s me being included. I wished about my soft and warm bed. I asked my brother Alex to take me home. We told our parents that he would drive me home and come back to the party. Our trip home was already starting to be bad. It was a terrible night, it was Friday the 13th. The weather wasn’t making it any easier. The sky was crying, it poured with such tremendous force that the visibility was so bad that you couldn’t see anything beyond two or three meters of the rain. Everything was warning us to stop and stay with the parents. Rain washed away everything that was in it’s way. It was the kind of storm when the rain was pouring to fast, when there is too much water on the roads for the drains to keep the water off it. The environment was starting to get very scary and depressing, I was beginning to panic. But all of these were still just warnings, the awful thing was still waiting for us. Suddenly I see my brother lo…


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