вторник, 9 октября 2012 г.

A short, but scary story of my life

When I was young, I liked to walk with my parents from Dad's garage to home. After a car had been parked by my Dad we often went home together through a pinewood. It wasn't long distance but because of my young age it seemed to me long enough. I really liked this place! There were many high pines with squirrells lived inside. I often fed them nuts and it was happiness for me to watch a squirrel eating nuts on my hand and looking at my eyes so close. However, the main thing I liked to do in this place is running. Being only six years old, I always got away from my parents imagining they were gaining on me. It was a funny game for me. It was the game for them too until I went down in a scary story.
It was a sunny summer day with breeze and not many clouds in the sky. After I and my parents had returned from a summer cottage, we went to the garage to park the car and took a walk through the pinewood as usual. Having a good mood, I ran carefree on a footpath. Suddenly I noticed the most formidable, the hugest dog I had ever seen. It had crazy eyes and alongated snout. One look at it made a frightfulness  effect. Suddenly the dog started  running towards me, barking! I didn't know what to do. This dog was as tall as I was and he could catch me in one second! However, I turned into another direction and ran as fast as I could. I was so scared that I couldn't say a word, couldn't begin to cry! I had already thought it was the end of my life when I heard Dad's voice. He understood I was in danger and ran to rescue me! When dog saw a man running towards him, he stopped and returned to his owners. I was in safety.
Despite the fact I was recsued, I couldn't talk and stay upright. It was also a mystery for me how I didn't become a slatterer. Since then, I've been afraid of dogs.
However, it was a good lesson for me to realize that I ought to be more careful in child and then in adult life.
Summary, it's worth saying that this story was too scary but all is well that ends well!

2 комментария:

  1. Roma, I felt really scary reading your story. The fact that you were only 6 (or something like that) sounds really frightening! When I was 5, I had an accident like you've discribed :( I was holding a cat in my arms, when one small dog suddenly attacked me. I still have a scar on the left wrist:(

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  2. Come on!!!! Every one had the same accident, after my accident(I was 5 years old, as Kate) and got panical fear of dogs. Only when I was 15 I left my fears behind(thanks to my friend's small dacshhund, after 3 years of visting his home - I could deal with that cute dog)

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