Childhood Memories
There is one childhood memory that I can easily remember, even though it was eleven years ago, I can remember it as if it were yesterday. I had just turned four that day, I can remember being promised that when I was four I would be big like my two elder brothers. I remember running into my parent's room, complaining to them that I hadn't got any bigger, to which I have been made fun of quite substantially since. I had been promised a trip to the beach, my parents must have been praying for good weather, as I would not have taken kindly to it being cancelled, especially after the disappointment of not getting any bigger. Luckily for them, the weather was brilliant, with barely a cloud in the sky. Armed with a new spade I had been given for my birthday, and my trusty bucket, I was aiming for a good day of making sandcastles. I had been promised that it was going to be a "perfect day", just for me, but already clouds were managing to find their way back into the sky. Luckily, the clouds decided it wasn't time to rain just yet, and we managed to get down the coastal path to the beach, intact. This must have been quite a feat for my parents, especially with three over excited brothers, which were naturally at eac
h other's throats. After about an hour on the beach, tired from intense sand castling, we decided it was time for lunch. We trekked back up the coastal path and up onto a rocky outcrop on the cliff, this is a particularly beautiful spot, where you can see only fields all around, and a perfect wide horizon above the sea. Just when we managed to get settled, with special birthday lunch in hand, the heavens opened. But we were well prepared for this, quickly finding cover under some large rocks; we managed to finish eating lunch. Once the clouds knew that there was no more lunch to get wet, the rain finally subsided. After digging a good number of holes in the cliff with my new spade, I decided it was time for a good game of chase. With three miniature people running about their feet, my parents hadn't realised that mossy rocks, were very slippery when wet, just perfect for tripping up an over excited four year old. After only a few minutes of tearing around on the cliff top, the inevitable happened. With tiny legs going at top speed, I managed to get caught out by one of these rocks, catapulting me headfirst into a conveniently placed, pointy rock. I can remember very clearly the shock when my head made contact with that rock, it made quite an audible crack
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