The first time I recall myself playing at a playground was when I turned 5. I remember my cousins and I running around playing in the monkey bars and "escondidijo," which translates to "hide and go seek," or it's similar enough. I was the youngest out of all 6 of us, but I was also the fastest one, which made my cousins always want to play with me. Unfortunately, while we were playing in the monkey bars, the girl I "liked" wanted to play with us. For obvious reasons, I said she could and started showing off to her, ha ha! Because I was the fastest one, I just wanted to race everyone so she'd be impressed with how fast I was. After racing a few cousins, I felt like I still had to impress her more, oh how I regret this! I started playing in the monkey bars with only one had, keep in mind I had done it before, just not in front of her. Before reaching the last bar, I accidentally fell and broke my right hand. It was the most impacting moment of my childhood life. Something I find funny is that even though I broke my hand and was in extreme pain, while my dad was taking me to the hospital; I stopped crying for a second and said: "Dad, I bet you 5 bucks that the girl liked me... yeah, she was impressed!" Ha ha!
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