“Mom, is it lunch?” I asked my mom when my mom, my cousin, and I went hiking. We stopped next to a pond to have lunch. When I finished, my dad gave me my knife.
While I skinned a stick for my cousin, I cut my finger! It bled. The chilly wind blew my tears away. I thought that I would never see my finger again. When I opened my eyes, I had a napkin on my finger. I said, “Can we go home?” so I got up and I walked all the way to the parking lot. I didn’t use my knife again until it got better.