My story is situated far back in 2002, when I was 6 years old and my brother 8. It was the middle of winter, the snow was pouring all around me. That day of holidays a lot of snow had fallen; since where I live it doesn’t snow a lot me and my brother dressed up and got out as fast as we could.
When we got out the first thing our parent asked us was to clean the street from all the snow so that our dad’s car could have gotten out, so me and Giulio took one shovel each, he grabbed the plastic one and left the metal one for me. At the end of our work we decided to throw snow at each other with our shovels, to make this even more enjoyable we chose to do this while going down a slide that was situated in our garden; we did this for a few times until it was my turn to throw the snow at him with my metal tool, unfortunately he arrived down to fast from the slide and instead of throwing snow at him I hit him with my metal shovel right under his mouth. He started crying and running around, lots of blood was everywhere hidden under the leaves and the snow. My mum got out of the house really fast because of all the shouting and got both me and my brother into the car and brought us to a friend of her that was our doctor too, in less than half an hour everything was finished. At the end now there is only a little scarf visible on in face but this story will always be in our memory and history.
