childhood memory

When thinking of a childhood memory, a lot of different events throughout my childhood comes to my mind. When narrowing it down to one specific event it would have to be when I fell from a tree. This may not seem like the most happy memory, but its definitely the most memorable. I was in the second grade and my brother and I were playing tag outside of a friends house. We stopped for a brief moment because my brother decided to climb a tree which in my mind was a form of “cheating”. We argued over the issue for a while then I decided to “show up” my brother by not only climbing the tree but also hang upside down from the branch that stretched outward. I didn’t think this through at all. The branch snapped and gravity pulled me down with great force. At the bottom of a tree there was a stump that stuck up and came to a sharp point. This stump cut into my the skin on my back from the top of my tail bone up to the top of my spine. I screamed with pain and sprinted home with blood leaving a trail behind me. When I finally got home, my mom laid me on my stomach and put a towel and other cleaning stuff on my back. I cried consistently until there was no fluid left in my eyes. My brother and father went and got burger king to surprise me with. This seemed to make everything better at the time.