It was February in the spring when I was 17 years old. The age was beautiful and I had a lot of dreams of my life such as: career, family, and friends. I usually thought about that. One day I met an accident. This was an accident very important for me. It helps me change my live.
In the afternoon, when finished lesson I rode the bicycle from school to house. I rode and thought. Just then I heard the motorcycle behind me. Then I felt myself falling down the road. I began cry. I could not open my eye. I just heard some people asked me “Are you ok? Are you right? Where do you live? What’s your home phone number” .They called ambulance to take me to the hospital. At the hospital I still cried lots of and scare. The doctor said that’s Ok. You had to keep calm. After eight hours at the hospital check health I came back home.
When I met an accident my parent, my brother, my sister very sad and worry. I saw that on their faces. Once I thought that they did not love me. I hate them did not understand me. Now I know that they are interested and worried me. My family said that “You are very lucky if you rode motor you would die”, because the motor hit you ride very fast. I think I am lucky. Although I met accident but I felt happy. It helped me love my family more.
After two days. My classmates hear me falling on the street. I could not go to school; they visited and bought some milk, fruit for me. They thought I will forget them. My friend help me wrote lesson when did not to school. My friend is lovely and friendly. I remember my friends so much and I do not contact with them so long.
Now remember accident that I love my parents and my friends a lot. Through it I discovered that the love and attention is widened. I feel that I grow up and learned to love others more.
A few accidents had already occurred. I was a witness to one.
If happened just after school. As usual the road was an utter mad house. Children were running across the road to get to their cars and buses. Cars and buses honked angrily at them.
Just then I saw a young boy make a dash across the road. There was a loud blare of horn, a squeal of brakes and I saw a car knock into the boy. He fell as though his feet were swept from under him.
Fortunately the car was not moving very fast and the driver managed to stop the car before a wheel could run over the fallen boy.
All traffic stopped. I ran over to the boy and saw blood on the road. He was bleeding from a cut on his head. A man came and examined the boy. Then he lifted the boy and carried him to a car. They sped off, presumably to the hospital.
Many people surrounded the driver who looked dazed and bewildered. A policeman came to calm things down.
As there was nothing I could do, I turned and walked down the road carefully. It was terrible to witness an accident. I certainly would not like to be involved in one.