When I was in third grade I went to a camp with children a lot. But by noon, I'm going to pray. Then, between the walking I have a friend who came to victimization. I ran as fast as I pretend to go back. But my legs were going to stumble on stones. So I fell hard. Make an incision at the knee and oozing blood. And in the meantime, there are other people who are going to pray. I turned to look simultaneously at all. Then my friend came and lifted me up to the dressing room nurse.