I think the better way to remember the painful memories is start to think about how many scars I have. Thanks god, I think I only have one and is a small one. But, it doesn't mean it wasn't painful.
I was like six years old, maybe a little more. I was camping with my parents. It was saturday, and I was so bored. My friends and my family were having lunch, but I already finished, so I was looking for something to do. My mom had forbidden me to climb in a specific three, because she thought it was dangerous, but I really wanted to do it, because that tree had a couple of boards and was something like a "tree house" (a really poor one). All my friends usually climb, but I didn't. Until that day. How my mom was lunch, I was thought she'd never find out, so I climb. When I was in the middle, I tripped and to avoid the fall, I clung to the tree. But this one had a nail out, so when I slipped I cut my abdomen. I remember going to the bathroom trying not to cry and wash the wound, waiting for the blood stop coming out. But it hurt a lot, so I decided that my mother's punishment for climb couldn't be worse that the injury, so I've comeback to the camp and saw the face of terror from all. I'm not sure what happened later. I do know I wasn't a punishment. The scare and the wound were enough lesson.
learning from our mistakes is enough punishment, if that nail wasn't there you could have come unscathed
ResponderEliminarThat´s the story about how end the Paz´s mountaineer carrer. Definitely it isn´t good, it was a traumatical experience.
ResponderEliminarI think for a kid, the highest punishment we could have is the feeling you have when you do something you were told not to do and when you do it happens exactly what you were told and are obligateds to admit you failed or lied and ignored the advice and have to learn from your errors xD
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