My first bad experience

When I was six years old, I went to Ayapel with my family. I was on vacation, so I played all the time: I rode bicycle, I watched TV, I jumped, I run... I did everything.

One day, before I got home, I said to my brother: "let's ride bike". So we went to ride. My brother was driving the bike and I was sitting on crossbar. While we did the tour, I put my foot on the rim, so the bicycle went forward. Then my brother and me fall down. I broke my arm, it was very painful!!! My brother didn't get hurt.

This was my first bad experience.