My Saddest Story

I've never forgotten such a sad moment when I was 9. I was in my hometown at the time and had just returned from the hospital after dropping off grandmother. After that, I started playing bicycles with the neighbors. Since my village was at the foot of a mountain or a ridge would have been a rough terrain, many road contours were up and down, but I ignored them at the time and treated them lightly with no front or rear brakes at the time. At first I was very confident to carry my bicycle without brakes but when I went down the stretch of what I had feared had become a reality, I could not control the bike and glide freely toward the camp below. Luckily, when I slid uncontrollably there was no passing vehicle then and I was able to meet one of the local people then to shout "help" but because the bike was too fast, the person heard only a glance and knew that I was in danger. Then I started screaming "help" hoping someone would hear me, and it turned out that one of my relatives was in the yard at the time and heard my screams, so he responded immediately and rushed after me on his motorcycle but did not stop there, I was still unable to stop the pace of my bike and I was at a loss as to what therefore I did not think long and went straight to the earthlike cliff on my left to stop the pace of the bike only after that the bike completely stopped and I suffered a little bit of a wound. Afterward I was escorted by relatives on the motorcycle to my home and treated immediately. But when I arrived home, I found that my parents had been furious at me, adding to my grief.