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Tuesday, 29 October 2013

When I stuck my head where it did not belong.....

When I was about 7 years old I was visiting my cousins and we were out playing like kids do. I was a curious child and maybe I still am curios but anyway back to the subject. We walked on a bridge over a highway and on this bridge were fences on each side. I do not know what I was thinking but I pushed my head in between the metal bars and I stood bent down looking at the cars driving under the bridge. Oh no I am stuck! I could not get back out again. My cousin and my brother ran away and left me there standing all alone on the bridge with my head stuck. I think some people walked passed me but I didn´t look... well I could not turn to look anyway. After a while and after a lot of cars had passed by my parents arrived. I do not know what they did but after a while I was free and could stand up straight. My ears and head were a bit squeezed. I will never do that again!

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