I remember when I was about six or seven when my parents took my brothers and I to a park. It was about a five to ten minute drive. There was a day I remember when we went. The weather was perfect, a sunny day, warm and the cool breeze running through my hair. Running around in my bare feet chasing my brothers playing tag. The laughters we had when we chased each other. I remember the moment when my dad was climbing a tree that fell over on the raining night. Showing off how good he was climbing higher and higher. Untill he stopped and screamed "Snake! Snake!" My brothers and I laughed on the the ground so hard that tears were running down our face and stomach aching; while our mom was holding my baby brother all worried and scared.
"I'm never ganna climb a tree ever again." My dad said when he got down.
"Thats what you get for showing off." My mom replied.
