The mountain Long time ago I went on holidays to the mountains with my family, my husband and my sons. We have never been in Pyrenees before so we decided to stay at a campsite in order to go for a walk to a different ways every morning and to go sightseeing to a different village every afternoon. The place was absolutely marvelous, surrounded the flat place where the tent was there were enormous mountains which different colorful flowers, there were full of ancient trees and tiny birds. The white top of the mountains looks like a picture and the calm atmosphere makes me feel a delightful moment. The first morning we woke up very early, my husband helped the children to dress while I was cooking the breakfast. At least ready, with the slight backpack, we started the hiking. When we was walking along an uphill way I heard sound “We are near the stream” I wondered and Suddenly my husband shout at me: Stop!, be quiet! Don´t move! But it was late, a group of cyclist on a mountain bike came back to the village and they came incredibly fast. At that moment I remember I couldn’t see anything but I could hear the sound of the tires braking on the soil .They couldn’t stop and run over me. After a few seconds everything became absolutely silent and calm. I opened my eyes and I saw my husband sitting next to me. He explain me that I was at the intensive care unit at Hospital, I was in coma for a week. And the teenagers terrified cyclists “ They decided to be more careful next time”