A Memorable Experience

I was 6 years old. All my family, included my cousins and aunts, we used to go and picked up coffee during the harvest time. My cousins and I used to play and we had a lot fun there. One day, we were playing a game called “Tarzan”. We were jumping from one place to other using branches. It was my turn to jump, so I took one of the branches.  I was hanging in the branch trying to jump but the brunch broke down. I fell down into the ground and I broke my arm. I remember everybody running behind my uncle who took me in his arms out of the coffee plantation. When we arrived to the hospital the doctors said they needed to make a surgery. It was my first surgery but not the only time I will break one my arms. During my childhood, I broke four different times my arms.