My cousins decided to go the same way people were going, but I decided to listen to the man and try to get there faster .It was a different road and I was going to go by myself, it was hard to walk because as I went dipper it became more like a forest. I kept walking about 2 hours and couldn’t find an exit; I felt I was trap in a maze. When finally I got tired I found out where I was and my adventure began. I was on the top of the mountain, very high up that I saw the houses and people miniature. I could hear the echoes of my cousins screaming my name telling me to get down as soon as possible because that place was dangers. This is a little bit of my personal memoir, what inspired me to write this was that this story is always on my mind. This took place when I was at the age of 13 years old and as I remember this adventure sometimes I laugh at it. There are times that I realize how dangerous was and how I exposed myself. To understand this piece is that this didn’t happen here it took place in Ecuador. Also it was at a early age and people in Ecuador are different. As an example the place that I was in it was a mountain and only people not civilized live there. Even though I wanted a police officer there it was impossible they could have rescued me. I am writing in a perspective of knowing the land and what happen to me. I did revise this paper reading it aloud but it seems to be harder to catch the mistakes that one makes. I think this piece of writing was easier it help me get to my point and I would considerate using it for my final project.
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