Rope Swing

Good Friday, eleven years ago. My sister and I, along with two of my neighbors went on a walk. Bored, we decided to sneak into the deep woods that surrounded our neighborhood in search of something that would pass the time until we had to leave for chruch that evening. Before I had left, I remember my father telling me not to get dirty and to stay close to home. We trudged through the mud and eventually found what we were looking for. Hanging from a tree fifteen feet in the air was a giant rope with a foot hole at the bottom. My sister went first followed by Jon, followed by Michael, adn before I knew it, it was my turn. I woke up face down in the mud. Catching my breath I stood up and told my sister that I was going home. On my walk home, my arms began to swell and bruise. Covered in mud, I walked inside. My father wasn't very happy with me. I went upstairs, took a shower, and laid down in my bed. I had broken both of my wrists.