The story I've chosen to tell is dramatic and kinda sad. Unfortunately i can't remember happy child hood memories as much as the bad ones. I was three years old and lived in Tenino. "I wanna climb higher!" I yelled, i was at the stand stone quarry. It's a bunch of gigantic blocks of stone stacked in the back of a park in Tenino.
"You can't go any higher," Lin my neighbor said.
"Then we are going under!!!" Yelled my older sister Lily. She lead Beth and I to a break between two blocks, we could get inside and pretend it was a cave!!!
Something I haven't mentioned is that the quarry was a teen hang out, and they didn't think it was cool to throw things away. And when you throw glass into bricks in makes a cool noise.
Lily lead the way and then followed Beth, when it was my turn i got on my hands and knees and prespared to crawl under. With my first step my hand landed on a broken bottle. "AHHHHHH!!! IT HURTS!!!" I screamed. Lin rushed to me and carried me across the street to my house. She explained what had happened to my mom, and she got out the needle.
We used to use needles to get glass and dirt out of deep wounds, and this was a deep wound. After much pain and crying my Mommy fixed me all up and sent me on to play. Sorry for a gross story but it's my favorite one to tell, and if you ask me in class I'll show you the big scarre.
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