I was seven years old, many people I have ever met and often meet each day in the family or friends, or just a neighbor. But there are people who never met me before and I only met one time in my life with her.
I have a bad story with her, when I was playing firecrackers in front of my house, I was a little boy who likes to play, there is an old woman who was sitting near my house while waiting for a ride home to her village.
I play by throwing firecrackers
into the street, I accidentally threw firecrackers into the clothes and the old
woman, about sixty years old, dressed in a thin, white hair, and immediately
exploded in her shirt, "bummmmmmmmmm"
I ran and hid in the house, for fear
she was mad at me, but my uncle told me to apologize to her, and I did.
I never saw the old woman again until now, but I
always remember the incident because I have made an old woman hit by fireworks,
and I will not repeat the act again to play firecrackers in the street at
random. She is a person who I met only briefly but made me remember until now.
If I could meet her, but this is impossible, I want to apologize again, and if
not I will remember the memories of this as a lesson to respect the elderly.
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