It was just a typical afternoon when my younger brother called me to play in the next block. I was only eight years old at that time and loved to play outdoors. He was running. So, I ran after him. We took the shortcut and there was a small canal without water but sand. I was running so fast that I slipped as I tried to cross it. I found myself lying on the ground, face down with my left leg in the canal. I could hear my brother laugh at me. When I stood up, I was shocked to see blood all over my shirt. My left cheek hurt and I realized I had been injured. I went home crying. My mother scolded me for playing outside instead of helping her do house chores. I felt it was unfair to me because I was the only one being scolded even if we all knew that my brother also played outside. But, I knew she was worried for me, too. After a few days, I had a fever and my right cheek became swollen. My parents became more worried. We went to the hospital and I got an anti-tetanus injection for my injury. After that incident, I still continued playing outdoors because I knew it’s my right to enjoy my childhood.
Ross Fievanni A. Inguillo
Ross Fievanni A. Inguillo
