Memories

Once upon a time there was a little girl who always liked to ride her bike really fast, even though her dad always told her to be careful and to ride slower.
That little girl was me. At the time I didn’t really care about my body safety [more natural]. I now realize how naïve and dumb I was.
I clearly remember the day when I was in at the top of the hill and my dad said “girls, be careful! There’s a lot of gravel in the street”
My cousin and I looked to each other and laughed. “I’ll go first” – I said.
I started to go down the hill, fast. I still remember the wild wind on my face.
Then there was the gravel. One of the wheels started to move out of control and my right feet got stuck. The wheel begun to burn my skin and I fall fell [el pasado]to the ground.
I woke up in the hospital. My dad was holding my hand waiting for me to open my eyes.
He could say could have said  [el pasado] “I told you so”, but he didn’t. He just smiled.
That is something I would will always remember. [el futuro]

Tú eres una chica muy pelígrosa

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Memories

Once upon a time there was a little girl who always liked to ride her bike really fast, even though her dad always told her to be careful and to ride slower.
That little girl was me. At the time I didn’t really care about my body safety. I now realize how naïve and dumb I was.
I clearly remember the day when I was on the top of the hill and my dad said “girls, be careful! There’s a lot of gravel in the street” 
My cousin and I looked to each other and laughed. “I’ll go first” – I said.
I started to go down the hill, fast. I still remember the wild wind on my face.
Then there was the gravel. One of the wheels started to move out of control and my right feet got stuck. The wheel begun to burn my skin and I fall to the ground.
I woke up in the hospital. My dad was holding my hand waiting for me to open my eyes.
He could say “I told you so”, but he didn’t. He just smiled.
That is something I would always remember.