The story, I think it is a miracle for me it's a story when I remember never forget. Because of what happened it scared me and impress
.It happened when I was a child I was 5 stubs that old. My house is near my house. The aunt's mill. There are many rice stacked layers. Every time mom and dad will remind me always.They are doing don't bother not child's play, the day is at noon. The workers in all the rice mill lunch so I sneak into play, climb on my rice high low, then no one is.During the climb and exciting. Suddenly the rice high dozens I fell on me. I tried to call for help, no one can hear is empty and I couldn't breathe. Everything was dark.I tried to wriggle to rice sack out. But it is not like that it makes me breathe I coil air. Understand the feelings of a dying person is like. I wish somebody come and help me.I came back to get my wallet lost, I saw I was yelling for help and sent me to hospital right away because I fainted. But not long after I got back home. I don't dare to approach the mill again.Aware that will fall down!It may be a good fortune or a miracle for me survived. So don't be careless with life. Because life is not always a tomorrow!
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