Author's note: I have so many childhood memories. Some are happy, and some are just not the best times. But whatever the memory, it is worth writing about.
I have had some happy times as a child, and some not-so happy times. One that I remember clearly is one of those that you do not want to re-live. I was at my house, and I was riding on this little zebra that had red wheels. I was riding it, and looked back at my parents and didn’t see the staircase leading to the basement ahead of me. My parents tried to stop me, but I kept on rolling. Then I started tumbling down the stairs. I went first, the zebra went second. I have fallen down the stairs multiple times, and I was kind of used to it by then. But I wasn’t expecting it that time, so I was dazed when I hit the bottom of the stairs. The Zebra didn’t hit the bottom of the stairs; it flew across the room and hit the ground with a thud. I rode that zebra many times after that incident, but now that I think of it, it is the best idea to keep your eyes on the road. And now that I think of it, I have fallen down the stairs so many times, it’s not even scary anymore!
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