Here are some different ways to write this.

Why Yulka's parents forbade her to hang out with me.

As a kid I often went with my mom and her boyfriend to his ostrich farm. It was in Israel, located in the another city but on the highway with his Mercedes, we reached it quite fast.

I told my friend Yulka, who was then 8 years old and two years younger than me about the ostrich farm, but she just replied: “You lie”.

Yulka was my closest friend. I used to go to her house often and her mom would always feed me with sweets.

Yulka's words probably hurt my ego that day and I decided no matter what to prove to her that I was right. I didn't have to wait long for the opportunity...

The next day I received a present from my mom's boyfriend... it was a bike (a pink bike)...but it was still a bike!

I made two sandwiches, took a big bottle of water and waited for Yulka on the way home from school (I myself, didn't attended school often).

“Were going to the ostrich farm” I told her when she approached me.

“ I should inform/tell my mom first! She replied.

“ Some things are just too important to inform moms about them. Come!”

She sat on the frame of my bike and we headed towards the highway. It was around noon.
After we made a second stop and ate our sandwiches, its was finally was clear to me that the farm was a bit farther than what I thought... but there was no way back and when Yulka desperately asked me how far it was, I said “We are almost there”.

I can't say for sure at what time we reached the farm (I didn’t have a cellphone back then) but I remember that it was already possible to find a shade (It was June in Israel, which means that in the best case scenario it was 30 degrees). We were exhausted, thirsty and hungry.

We rested in the shade of the trees at the farm (The farm has very little metal and self-made fences, to make sure that ostriches don't run away... but they still did sometimes...).
Not far from there was a tent in which a guy was selling watermelons. Behind the tent, there were watermelons lying on the ground which he probably couldn’t sell... but good enough for two kids after few hours of riding under the baking sun with not a single cent in our pockets.

We started to choose one but the guy from the tent saw us. He called us with his hoarse voice and gave us a nice watermelon from his tent.

We took the watermelon, sat on the stairs of a bridge which crossed the highway and started to think how we could open this treasure. We tried to bite it and to scratched it but it was not working.

There was a guy crossing the bridge that saw us struggling. He stopped. 

TO BE CONTINUED

Why Yulka's parents forbade her to hang out with me:

As a kid I often came with my mom and her bf to his ostrich farm. It was in Israel, located in another city, but with his Mercedes on the highway we reached it quite fast.

I told my fried Yulka, who was then 8 years old and two years younger than me, about the ostrich farm, but she just replied, “You lie.”

Yulka was my closest friend. I often was at her house and her mom was always feeding me with sweets.

Yulka's words probably hurt my ego that day and I decided no matter what to prove to her that I'm right. I didn't have to wait long for the opportunity...

The next day I received a present from my mom's bf...a bike (pink bike)...but it was still a bike!

I made two sandwiches, took a big bottle of water and waited for Yulka on the way home from school (I didn't attend school often).

“We're going to ostrich farm,” I told her when she approached me.

“I should inform my mom first!" she replied.

“Some things are just too important to inform moms about them. Come!”

She sat on the frame of my bike and we headed towards the highway. It was around noon.
After we made a second stop and ate our sandwiches, it was finally was clear to me that the farm was a bit farther than what I had thought... but there was no way back and when Yulka desperately asked me how far it is, I said, “We're almost there.”

I can't say for sure at what time we reached the farm (I didn’t have a cellphone back then) but I remember that it was already impossible to find shade (It was June in Israel, which means that in the best case it was 30 degrees). We were exhausted, thirsty and hungry...

We rested in the shade of the trees at the farm (farm means few metal. (I'm not sure what you mean here) Self-made fences, to make sure that ostriches don’t run away...they still did sometimes...).
Not far from there was a tent with a guy selling watermelons. Behind the tent, on the ground, were the watermelons which he probably couldn’t sell... but good enough for two kids after a few hours riding under baking sun with not a single cent in our pockets.

We started to choose one but the guy from the tent saw us. He called us with his hoarse voice and gave us a nice watermelon from his tent.

We took the watermelon, set on the stairs of a bridge which crossed the highway and started to think how we could open this treasure. We tried to bite it and to scratch it but nothing was working.

There was a guy crossing the bridge that saw us struggling. He stopped

TO BE CONTINUED

What a great story! I can't wait to hear the next part. Nice job. =)

Why Yulka's parents forbidded her to hang out with me

 
I can't say for sure at what time we reached the farm (didn’t have a cellphone back then) but I remember that it was already possible to find a shade (It was June in Israel, which means that the sun was already quite low in the best case it was 30 degrees). We were exhausted, thirsty and hungry...

We rested in the shade of the trees at the farm (farm means the 'farm' consisted of a few metal(???). Self-made fences, to make sure that ostriches doesn’t couldn't run away... they still did escaped sometimes...).
Not far from there was a tent in which the a fellow guy was selling watermelons. Behind the tent, on the ground was were lying the watermelons which he probably couldn’t sell... good enough for two kids after quite a few hours riding under the baking sun with not a single cent in our their pockets.

We started to choose one but the guy from the tent saw us. He called us with over in his hoarse voice and gave us a nice watermelon from his shaded tent.

We took the watermelon, sat on the stairs of a foot-bridge/overpass which crossed the highway and started to think how can we could open this treasure. We tried to bite it and to scratched cut through the thick peel with our fingernails but it was did not working.

There was a guy crossing the bridge that saw us struggling. He stopped

TO BE CONTINUED

Why Yulka's parents forbade her to hang out with me

As a kid I often came with accompanied my mom and her bf to his ostrich farm. It was in Israel, located in the another city, but with in his Mercedes on following the highway, we reached it quite fast.

I told my fried Yulka (who was then 8 years old and two years younger than me) about ostrich farm, but she just replied: “You lie”.

Yulka was my closest friend. I often was at visited her house, and her mom was always feeding me with sweets.

Yulka's words probably hurt my ego that day and I decided (no matter what) to prove to her that I was telling the truth I'm right. Haven’t had I didn't have to wait long for the opportunity...

The very next day I received a present from my mom's bf ... a bike (pink bike) ... but it was still a bike!

I made two sandwiches, took filled a big bottle of water and waited for Yulka on the way home from school (I myself, hadn’t attended school often).

“Were going to the ostrich farm” I told her as she came near when she approached me.

“ I should inform my mom first! She replied

“ Some things are just too important, to inform moms about them. Come!”

She sat on the frame of my bike and we headed towards the highway. It was around noon.
After we had made a second stop and ate had eaten our sandwiches, its it finally was became clear to me that the farm was a bit farther than what I had thought... but there was no way back and when Yulka desperately asked me how far it is, I lied and said “We are almost there”. 


TO BE CONTINUED